Chapter 69

“Elliott, you are a true friend—” “You make me ill,” replied the latter, folding his paper. “It’s just as I thought,—you are tagging after some new petticoat again. And,” he continued wrathfully, “if this is what you’ve kept me away from Julian’s for,—if it’s to fill me up with the perfections of some little idiot—” “Not idiot,” remonstrated Clifford gently. “See here,” cried Elliott, “have you the nerve to try to tell me that you are in love again?” “Again?” “Yes, again and again and again and—by George have you?”…