“But other people receive him.”
“I do not, and with good reason.”
“Claude, you—yes, I see it—you are jealous.”
The reckless girl clapped her hands like a child, and, burying her head on Mrs. La Clide’s lap, broke into a forced laugh.
“No, Ellen, I am not jealous. No honorable man could be, here.”
“Then do be good, and let this poor man alone.”
“Ellen, listen to me.”
“Well, I listen, but do get it over with. I hate scolding.”
“This has become a serious question between us—a question which may end in a separation.”
The girl flushed crimson, and sat upright, with angry gleams coming into her eyes.