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"
I
am
sure
,
"
I
answered
,
"
that
Mr
.
Everard
King
would
tell
me
if
I
were
outstaying
my
welcome
.
"
"
What
’
s
this
?
What
’
s
this
?
"
said
a
voice
,
and
there
he
was
in
the
room
.
He
had
overheard
my
last
words
,
and
a
glance
at
our
faces
had
told
him
the
rest
.
In
an
instant
his
chubby
,
cheery
face
set
into
an
expression
of
absolute
ferocity
.
"
Might
I
trouble
you
to
walk
outside
,
Marshall
?
"
said
he
.
(
I
may
mention
that
my
own
name
is
Marshall
King
.
)
He
closed
the
door
behind
me
,
and
then
,
for
an
instant
,
I
heard
him
talking
in
a
low
voice
of
concentrated
passion
to
his
wife
.
This
gross
breach
of
hospitality
had
evidently
hit
upon
his
tenderest
point
.
I
am
no
eavesdropper
,
so
I
walked
out
on
to
the
lawn
.
Presently
I
heard
a
hurried
step
behind
me
,
and
there
was
the
lady
,
her
face
pale
with
excitement
,
and
her
eyes
red
with
tears
.
"
My
husband
has
asked
me
to
apologize
to
you
,
Mr
.
Marshall
King
,
"
said
she
,
standing
with
downcast
eyes
before
me
.
"
Please
do
not
say
another
word
,
Mrs
.
King
.
"
Her
dark
eyes
suddenly
blazed
out
at
me
.
"
You
fool
!
"
she
hissed
,
with
frantic
vehemence
,
and
turning
on
her
heel
swept
back
to
the
house
.
The
insult
was
so
outrageous
,
so
insufferable
,
that
I
could
only
stand
staring
after
her
in
bewilderment
.
I
was
still
there
when
my
host
joined
me
.
He
was
his
cheery
,
chubby
self
once
more
.
"
I
hope
that
my
wife
has
apologized
for
her
foolish
remarks
,
"
said
he
.
