But though he did not finish the sentence I did, in my mind. She stood up for Maxwell because there was a tie between them; he had obtained a hold upon her through her affections—for even such women as she can love. Conjectures, of course, but I afterwards learned that they went straight to the bull's eye.
I continued. "Maxwell was to be your companion?"
"Yes."
"He is coming for you? You expect him here tonight?"
It needed but the slightest hesitation on her part to cause me to turn to Louis, and when he answered, "Yes, he is coming for us," I thought she would have struck him.
"Quarrel away," thought I, "it all makes for us."
It made for us also, that she was torn two ways at once—by her undoubted love for Louis, and by what had taken place between her and Maxwell.
"At what time do you expect him?"
"At ten."
I looked at my watch; there was nearly an hour to spare.