"I shall be dreadfully in the way—his way, I mean—and he will want to send me out of the room, and I shall not go—no, not if I fall asleep on a chair looking at him."
With this decision, the most amiable she could reach, Alice entered the parlor. Eleanor was alone, and there was a pale, angry look on her face Alice could not understand.
"Shut the door, dear."
"Alone?"
"I have been so all evening."
"Have you quarreled with Mr. Smith?"
"Mr. Smith did not call."
"Not come!"
"Nor yet sent any apology."
The two women sat looking into each other's faces a few moments, both white and silent.