We are well suited--he and I. In
another walk of life we might have been a pair of swindlers,
playing into each other's hands....And yet I don't believe we're
worse than most people. Why, most people do these things without a
thought of their being--unprincipled. And, after all, I'm not
harming anybody, am I? That is, anybody but myself."
She had her campaign carefully laid out; she had mapped it in the
cab between the parsonage and the hotel. "Grandmother," she began
as the old lady looked up with a frown because of her long,
unexpected absence, "I must tell you that just before we left
Washington Craig broke the engagement."
Madam Bowker half-started from her chair. "Broke the engagement!"
she cried in dismay.
"Abruptly and, apparently, finally. I--I didn't dare tell you
before."
She so longed for sympathy that she half-hoped the old lady would
show signs of being touched by the plight which that situation
meant. But no sign came. Instead, Madam Bowker pierced her with
wrathful eyes and said in a furious voice: "This is frightful! And
you have done nothing?" She struck the floor violently with her
staff. "He must be brought to a sense of honor--of decency! He
must! Do you hear? It was your fault, I am sure.
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