Lady Baltimore, rising, walks deliberately toward the door. It is her, usual method of putting an end to all discussions of this sort between them--of terminating any allusions to what she believes to be his unfaithful past--that past that has wrecked her life. As a rule, Baltimore makes no attempt to prolong the argument. He has always let her go, with a sneering word, perhaps, or a muttered exclamation; but to-day he follows her, and stepping between her and the door, bars her departure. "By heavens! you shall hear me," says he, his face dark with anger. "I will not submit any longer, in silence, to your insolent treatment of me. You condemn me, but I tell you it is I who should condemn. Do you think I believe in your present attitude toward me? Pretend as you will, even to yourself, in your soul it is impossible that you should give credence to that old story, false as it is old. No! you cling to it to mask the feet you have tired of me." "Let me pass." "Not until you have heard me!" With a light, but determined grasp of her arm, he presses her back into the chair she has just quitted. "That story was a lie, I tell you. Before our marriage, I confess, there were some things--not creditable--to which I plead guilty, but----" "Oh! be silent!" cries she, putting up her hand impulsively to check him. There is open disgust and horror on her pale, severe face. "Before, before our marriage," persists he passionately. "What! do you think there is no temptation--no sin--no falling away from the stern path of virtue in this life? Are you so mad or so ignorant as to believe that every man you meet could show a perfectly clean record of----" "I cannot--I will not listen," interposes she, springing to her feet, white and indignant. "There is nothing to hear. I am not going to pollute your ears," says he, with a curl of his lip. "Pray be reassured. What I only wish to say is that if you condemn me for a few past sins you should condemn also half your acquaintances. That, however, you do not do. For me alone, for your husband, you reserve all your resentment." "What are the others to me?" "What am I to you, for the matter of that?" with a bitter laugh, "if they are nothing I am less than nothing. You deliberately flung me aside all because----Why, look here!" moving toward her in uncontrollable agitation, "say I had sinned above the Galileans--say that lie was true--say I had out-Heroded Herod in evil courses, still am I past the pale of forgiveness? Saint as you are, have you no pity for me? In all your histories of love and peace and perfection is there never a case of a poor devil of a sinner like me being taken back into grace--absolved--pardoned?" "To rave like this is useless. There is no good to be got from it. You know what I think, what I believe. You deceived--wronged----Let me go, Cecil!" "Before--before," repeats he, obstinately. "What that woman told you since, I swear to you, was a most damned lie."