With all her faults, Miss Fitzgerald, like the parson, came of fighting stock, and, game to the last, she began the dangerous experiment of burning her boats behind her, by informing her hostess that she should leave to-morrow afternoon in any event, as it was not her wish to stay where she was unwelcome. Then, possessed by the spirit that has always prompted heroic deeds, the determination to do or die, she sought and found an interview with Mr. Stanley. She boldly opened the attack, by calling that young gentleman to account for his neglect of the last twenty-four hours. "I've hardly seen so much as your shadow, Jimsy, and I've been nearly bored to death in consequence. What have you been doing with yourself?" "Trying to find out to whom you were married." "Ah! Have you succeeded?" "Yes, the parson has confirmed your assertions this morning." "Did you need his confirmation of my word?" Stanley said nothing, and his companion, considering the silence dangerous, hastened to break it. "If I really were to marry you," she asked, "would you desert me as you did yesterday?" "If you treated me as you've treated me these last few days, I should probably desert you altogether." The situation was going from bad to worse, and something must be effected or the cause was lost. "What have I done, Jim?" she asked piteously, taking the bull by the horns, and allowing her eyes to fill with tears. "What have you done?" he said nonchalantly, with a flippancy which, in the case of women, constituted his most dangerous weapon. "What have you done? Oh, nothing out of the common, I suppose, only, you see, unfortunately, we men are cursed with a certain, though defective, standard of morals; and the amount of--well, prevarication you've practised over this affair has shattered a number of cherished illusions." "I wish you wouldn't wax so disgustingly moral, Jimsy. It's so easy to be moral--and it bores me. Of course, I don't like saying what's not so, any more than you do, but one must be consistent. I promised Kingsland I'd arrange the match for him, and when that old fool of a parson put obstacles in the way, and then assumed I was the bride,--I'll give you my word I never told him so--why, it offered an easy solution of the difficulty. There was nothing illegal about the marriage. I'm sure I'm not responsible for every man who makes a fool of himself, and since I'd undertaken the affair, I was bound, in common decency, to see it through." "Do you consider 'common decency' just the word to apply to the transaction?" "Don't pick up details and phrases in that way, Jimsy. They're unimportant--but very irritating." "Do you think so? Details and phrases go far to make up the sum of life. Why does Colonel Darcy still remain here?" "Why do you still persist in harping upon my friend's name?" "Because I loathe him, Belle. If you knew his true character, you'd cut him the next time you met." "Ignorance is the only thing that makes life tolerable."