“Yes, you did.”
“What do you say now to this fine friend of yours? Damn the man!”
“I say he’s started trouble for himself.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I’m going to prove that when he said Routt would be elected, he was either a fool or a liar.”
Chase banged his hand on the table beside him till the lamp jumped in its place, and the shade tilted to one side. Mrs. Chase came bustling in just then, and straightened it, and protested anxiously: “I declare, Winthrop, you’re the hardest man around the house. You do disturb things so. I don’t see—”
“Caretall has turned against Wint,” Chase told her.
She nodded wisely. “Well, didn’t you always say he would?”
“Of course I did. Wint wouldn’t believe me. Now he’s done it.”
“He ought to be ashamed of himself,” Mrs. Chase declared. “But I always did think you were wrong, Wint, to be so friendly with a man who had treated your father as he did. He—”