No attention was paid to the landlady, who was placing the soup on the table, and she, being pretty well accustomed to their quarrels, said with an air of indifference as she left the room: 'Dinner is served. I shall bring the leg of mutton up when you ring.' No answer was made to her, and the couple sat moodily looking at each other. After a pause Dick tried to be conciliatory, and in the most affectionate phrases he could select he besought Kate to make it up. 'I assure you, you're wrong,' he said. 'I've been after no woman. Do, for goodness' sake, make it up.' Then approaching her chair, he tried to draw her toward him, but pulling herself away passionately, she exclaimed: 'No, no; leave me alone--leave me alone--don't touch me--I hate you.' This was not encouraging, but at the end of another silence he attempted to reason with her again. But it was useless; and worn and impatient he begged of her at least to come to dinner. 'If you aren't hungry, I am.' There was no answer; lying back in her chair she sulked, deaf to all entreaty. 'Well, if you won't, I will,' he said, seating himself in her place. Her eyes flashed with a dull lurid light, and walking close to the table, she looked at him steadily, fidgeting as she did so with the knives and glasses. 'I can't think how you treat me as you do; what have I done to you to deserve it? Nothing. But I shall be revenged, that I will; I can bear it no longer.' 'Bear what?' he asked despairingly. 'You know well enough. Don't aggravate me. I hate you! Oh yes,' she said, raising her voice, 'I do hate you!' 'Sit down and have some dinner, and don't be so foolish,' he said, trying to be jocular, as he lifted the cover from the soup.