"I suppose he does!" sighed my wife. "He would hardly take no for an answer from me, when I said I wouldn't go to the Haskeths for him; and when I fairly shook him off, he wanted me to ask you to go." "And what did you say?" she asked, not at all with the resentment I had counted upon equally with the possible pathos; you never can tell in the least how any woman will take anything, which is perhaps the reason why men do not trust women more. "I told him that it would not be the smallest use to ask you; that you had forgiven that old affair as well as I had, but that women were different, and that I knew you wouldn't even see him." "Well, Basil, I don't know what right you had to put me in that odious light," said my wife. "Why, good heavens! _Would_ you have seen him?" "I don't know whether I would or not. That's neither here nor there. I don't think it was very nice of you to shift the whole responsibility on me." "How did I do that? It seems to me that I kept the whole responsibility myself." "Yes, altogether too much. What became of him, then?" "We walked along a little farther, and then--" "Then, what? Where is the man?" "He's down in the parlor," I answered hardily, in the voice of some one else. My wife stood up from the lounge, and I rose, too, for whatever penalty she chose to inflict. "Well, Basil, that is what I call a very cowardly thing." "Yes, my dear, it is; I ought to have protected you against his appeal. But you needn't see him. It's practically the same as if he had not come here. I can send him away." "And you call that practically the same! No, _I_ am the one that will have to do the refusing now, and it is all off your shoulders. And you knew I was not feeling very well, either! Basil, how could you?" "I don't know. The abject creature drove me out of my senses. I suppose that if I had respected him more, or believed in him more, I should have had more strength to refuse him. But his limpness seemed to impart itself to me, and I--I gave way. But really you needn't see him, Isabel. I can tell him we have talked it over, and I concluded, entirely of myself, that it was best for you not to meet him, and--" "He would see through that in an instant. And if he is still the false creature you think he is, we owe him the truth, more than any other kind of man. You must understand _that_, Basil!" "Then you are going to--" "Don't speak to me, Basil, please," she said, and with an air of high offence she swept out of the room, and out to the landing of the stairs. There she hesitated a moment, and put her hand to her hair, mechanically, to feel if it were in order, and then she went on downstairs without further faltering. It was I who descended slowly, and with many misgivings. IV.