"
"I will tell you why," cried Nora; "he came in the hope that seeing
_him_ there would shame Phil, and induce him to get out of such a set.
And it _has_ gotten him out,--though not in the way that Fee expected.
When I think of all that has happened since you and Phil went out
together last evening,--of all the trouble you have brought on
us,--I really wish you would go away; I prefer to have nothing
more to say to you."
She made a motion of her hand as if dismissing him, but Chad never
moved. He just stood there, holding the roses upside down, and looking
very gloomy. "You're _awfully_ down on me," he said presently; then,
"and A'm awfully sorry. Ah wish you'd forgive me!" in _such_ a
beseeching sort of tone that I could have laughed right out.
But Nonie didn't laugh, or even smile; she just answered, a little more
kindly than before: "It's not a question of _my_ forgiving you that
will set the matter right; the thing is to give up that way of living.
Surely there are plenty of other ways of amusing yourself,--nice
honourable ways that belong to a gentleman. Then--people--would be able
to respect as well as like you. I wonder that Max has let this sort of
thing go on.
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