CHAPTER XIII

IN WHICH JOSEPHA ASKS ADVICE . . . And after he had thus hammered very pertinaciously for some time, he knew that she was standing close behind him and, being so extremely conscious of this, he hammered away harder than ever. “Oh, for heaven’s sake stop—do!” she cried at last in sudden, and somewhat unusual petulance. Dallas obeyed instantly, and turned with expression of surprise so patently assumed that her red nether-lip curled itself for very scorn: “You’re a frightfully bad actor!” said she. “Am I?” he inquire…