"
She laughed; obeyed. She even made several light passes at his wet
mop of hair. She wondered why it was that she liked to touch him,
where a few minutes before she had shrunk from it.
"I've just been down telling that old grandmother of yours what I
thought of her," said he.
She startled. "How did you happen to go there?" she exclaimed. She
forgot herself so completely that she added imperiously: "I wanted
you to keep away from her until I was ready for you to go."
"She sent for me," apologized he. "I went. We came together with a
bang. She told me I wanted to marry you; I told her YOU wanted to
marry ME. She told me I was low; I told her she was a fraud. She
said I was insolent; I said good-afternoon. If I hadn't marched
out rather quickly I guess she'd have had me thrown out."
Margaret was sitting stone-still, her hands limp in her lap.
"So you see it's all up," continued he, with a curious air of
bravado, patently insincere. "And it's just as well. You oughtn't
to marry me. It's a crime for me to have permitted things to go
this far."
"Perhaps you are right," replied she slowly and thoughtfully.
"Perhaps you are right."
He made one of his exclamatory gestures, a swift jerk around of
the head toward her.
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