wretch. I've told him what I think of him, and he simply hates me."
"But you think so highly! You just told me you admire him."
"His talents, his possibilities, yes; even his appearance, if I may allude to such a matter. But I don't admire his present behavior."
"Have you had the question out with him?" Spencer Coyle asked.
"Oh yes; I've ventured to be frank—the occasion seemed to excuse it. He couldn't like what I said."
"What did you say?"
Miss Julian, thinking a moment, opened and shut her fan again.
"Why, that such conduct isn't that of a gentleman!"
After she had spoken her eyes met Spencer Coyle's, who looked into their charming depths.
"Do you want, then, so much to send him off to be killed?"
"How odd for you to ask that—in such a way!" she replied, with a laugh. "I don't understand your position; I thought your line was to make soldiers!"
