understand, I fear. I have had enough of Mark Overman in this house."
The fair face flushed with excitement. She walked quickly up to him, paused, and slowly pointed to the door.
"Very well. This is my house. You know the way to the hotel, or shall I ring for my maid to show you?"
He stared at her in a stupor, and a sense of sickening terror choked him.
"Kate, are you crazy?" he stammered.
"Never was more myself than in this moment of perfect freedom," she replied, defiantly.
His great jaws snapped in silent ferocity, and his hairy hands closed slowly like the claws of a bear. He planted his big feet apart, and the sparks flew from the gray eyes that seemed to crouch now behind his brows.
"What do you mean?" he sullenly asked.
The woman drew back with uncertainty, chilled by the tone of his voice.
"Just what I said," she answered, with returning courage. "This is my house. I am a free woman. I mean to do what I please. Permit me to repeat your own words from the ceremony of Emancipation, and lest I shock you later, announce that I love Mr. Overman"
"Kate!" he cried, in bitter reproach.
"Yes, and he loves me. I announce to you this unity of our Eves. For months it has made us one.
