There the matter rested, and I did not go to dinner to-day, being indeed glad to stay indoors; for I very foolishly walked up town yesterday through the slush, and caught a bad cold. While I was trying to keep warm, this evening, a note was brought me from Mr. Blodgett, asking me to come to him at once; and fearing something important, I braved the cold without delay, ill though I felt. I was shown at once into his den, which was so cheerful with its open fire that I felt it was a good exchange for my cold room, where I had sat coughing and shivering all the afternoon. “Twice in my life I’ve really lost my temper with the boss,” he began, before I had even sat down, though he closed the door while speaking. “Never mind about the first time, but to-day I got mad enough to last me for the rest of my life.” “May I sit down?” I interrupted. He nodded his head, and took a position in front of me, with his back to the fire, as he continued: “Women are enough to make a man frantic when they get a fixed idea! Now, to-day, at dinner, I said I’d invited you, and I saw in a moment something was in the wind; so when we had finished I told them to come in here, and it didn’t take me long to find out the trouble.” “I didn’t like to”—I began; but he went on:— “And that was the beginning of their trouble. I tell you, there was Cain here for about ten minutes, and there weren’t two worse scared women this side of the grave, while I was ranting; for the boss remembered the other time, and Agnes had never seen me break loose. I told them they’d done their best to drive you crazy with grief; that if they’d searched for ten years they couldn’t have found a meaner or crueler thing, or one that would have hurt you more; that nine men out of ten, in your shoes, would have acted dishonestly or cut their throat, but that you had toed the chalk-line right along, and never once winced. And I let them know that for five dollars they’d added the last straw of pain to a fellow who deserved only kindness and help from them.” “Really, Mr. Blodgett”—I protested. “Hold on. Don’t attempt to stop me, for the fit’s on me still,” he growled. “They tried to come the surprised, and then the offended, but they didn’t fool me. I never let up on them till I had said all I wanted to say, and they won’t forget it for a day or two. When I sent Agnes upstairs, she was sobbing her eyes out, and the boss would have given her pin money for ten years to have escaped with her.” “It’s too bad to”—