ever, if you do come, I'm going to ask you not to treat me as if—as if—as you just did. I've given all that to somebody else."
"Somebody else," he echoed.
"Yes," I nodded. "Yes, Breck; yes—somebody else."
"Oh!" he said. "Oh!" and stared at me. I could see it hit him.
"I'll go and put my things on," I explained, and went away.
When I came back he was standing just where I had left him. Something moved me to go up and speak to him. I had never seen Breckenridge Sewall look like this.
"Good-night, Breck," I said. "I'm sorry."
"You! Sorry!" he laughed horribly. Then he added, "This isn't the last chapter—not by a long shot. You can go alone tonight—but remember—this isn't the last chapter."
I rode away feeling a little uneasy. I longed to talk to some one. What did he mean? What did he threaten? If only Esther—but no, we had never been personal. She knew as little about the circumstances of my life as I about hers. She could not help me. Anyway it proved upon my arrival at the rooms in Irving Place that Esther was not there.
I sat down and tried to imagine what Breck could imply by the "last chapter." At any rate I decided that the next one was to resign my position as Mrs. Sewall's
