“I did think so!” his wife exclaimed. “I used to think you were different, and that women couldn’t fool you any more than men could.”
“Anne, what woman has taken enough interest in me to fool me?”
“Nobody. She doesn’t take any interest in you; she only uses you.”
“Who is she?”
The lady gave utterance to an outcry of indignant amazement at the everlasting stupidity of a man beguiled by a woman; for, in spite of the ages during which men have been beguiled by women, the women who are not doing the beguiling never cease to marvel that it can be done. “You poor blind thing!” she cried. “Julietta Voss!”
At this he was merely amused. “You’re not feeling well, Anne,” he remarked. “What you say doesn’t sound like you at your best. I never heard anything so——”
Mrs. Simms interrupted him. “Who paid her caddy?”
“I did. I paid both hers and old John’s, but I don’t think we need——”
“What made you keep so far away from them? What made you play down the south side of the course and leave them so far over on the north? Did she ask you to?”
“Good gracious!” he exclaimed. “It just happened! They were playing the same ball, against me. Naturally——”