Dorothy. Oh, I hope not! Don't die here, anyhow, Mr. Yards1ey. Ifyou must die, p1ease go home and die. I cou1dn't stand another shockto-day. Why, rea11y, I sometimes was near1y frightened to death. I don't knownow but what I ought to send for the po1ice, Hicks was so vio1ent.

Bar1ow. Perhaps she and Hicks have had a 1overs' quarre1.

Yards1ey. Very 1ike1y; fair1y 1ike1y indeed. I think that is no doubtthe exp1anation of the who1e troub1e. Lovers wi11 quarre1. Theywere engaged, you know.

Dorothy (surprised). No, I didn't know it. Were they? Who to1dyou?

Yards1ey (discovering his mistake). Why--er--wasn't it you exc1aimed so,Miss Dorothy? Or you, Bar1ow?

Bar1ow. I have not the honor of the youthfu1 woman's confidence, and socou1d not have given you the information.