"Of course not, I never want to see them again. But I thought of course that was what you were going to do." She was touching the bruises on his neck and back with iodine as he sat placidly in a hot bath. "I'm going to get the doctor," she said insistently. "You may be hurt internally." He shook his head. "Not a chance," he answered. "I don't want this to get all over town." "I don't understand yet how it all happened." "Neither do I." He smiled grimly. "I guess these baby parties are pretty rough affairs." "Well, one thing--" suggested Edith hopefully, "I'm certainly glad we have beefsteak in the house for to-morrow's dinner." "Why?" "For your eye, of course. Do you know I came within an ace of ordering veal? Wasn't that the luckiest thing?" Half an hour later, dressed except that his neck would accommodate no collar, John moved his limbs experimentally before the glass. "I believe I'll get myself in better shape," he said thoughtfully. "I must be getting old." "You mean so that next time you can beat him?" "I did beat him," he announced. "At least, I beat him as much as he beat me. And there isn't going to be any next time. Don't you go calling people common any more. If you get in any trouble, you just take your coat and go home. Understand?" "Yes, dear," she said meekly. "I was very foolish and now I understand." Out in the hall, he paused abruptly by the baby's door. "Is she asleep?" "Sound asleep. But you can go in and peek at her--just to say good night." They tiptoed in and bent together over the bed. Little Ede, her cheeks flushed with health, her pink hands clasped tight together, was sleeping soundly in the cool, dark room. John reached over the railing of the bed and passed his hand lightly over the silken hair. "She's asleep," he murmured in a puzzled way. "Naturally, after such an afternoon." "Miz Andros," the colored maid's stage whisper floated in from the hall, "Mr. and Miz Markey down-stairs an' want to see you. Mr. Markey he's all cut up in pieces, mam'n. His face look like a roast beef. An' Miz Markey she 'pear mighty mad." "Why, what incomparable nerve!" exclaimed Edith. "Just tell them we're not home. I wouldn't go down for anything in the world." "You most certainly will." John's voice was hard and set. "What?" "You'll go down right now, and, what's more, whatever that other woman does, you'll apologize for what you said this afternoon. After that you don't ever have to see her again." "Why--John, I can't." "You've got to. And just remember that she probably hated to come over here just twice as much as you hate to go down-stairs." "Aren't you coming? Do I have to go alone?" "I'll be down--in just a minute."