"She is very opinionated. But she has high ideals. She would be unyielding. Has she been unyielding to you?"
"Hasn't Peter told you?"
"Not a word."
"I came here expecting her to accept me as her brother's wife. She won't do it."
"Won't do it? Does she say so?"
"She says nothing. But she ignores me." Her cheek took on a deeper flush. She did not look at him, and he followed her gaze into the coals.
"You are too proud to give her proofs?" he hesitated.
She stirred uneasily in her chair.
"Proud!" she said bitterly. "If I had been proud, I should never have come here at all. But I am here, and she must recognize me." Some dauntless lines had come into the delicate face and made it older. "It is absurd," she continued, "worse. Here am I living in your house—"
"No! no!" he corrected her. "Not that it matters. It would be yours just the same. But it's grannie's house."