SIR WATSON TYLER
She became hysterical, in a clawed and tousled passion of shame and resentment. He carried her to her room, tossed her on to her bed, and left her, face down on her pillows, sobbing, outraged. She could have killed him—or herself.
He straightened his necktie and strode into the sitting-room.
"Why, Wat!" his mother cried. "What's the matter?"
"Miss Janes," he said, "is down-stairs. I've brought her to call on you."
She rose, staring. His father looked at him, surprised, over the top of his paper. "Well," he demanded, "what's all this about Miss Janes, anyway?"
Wat gave him back his look defiantly. "She's the finest girl I've ever met. And I'm going to marry her, if I can."
"Oh," Mr. Tyler said, and returned to his news.
Ollie rushed out to find her sister.
Wat turned his amazing countenance on his mother.
"Yes, Wat," she replied to it—and went with him obediently.
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Of the interview that followed in the drawing-room there were several conflicting reports made. Ollie slipped down quietly to hear the end of it—after a stupefying account from Millie of what had
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