Mrs. Symes turned and regarded him coolly for a moment before answering.
"I do not in the least mind what Dr. Harpe calls me."
"That is obvious"—his voice was harsh—"but I do—most emphatically."
Her eyes flashed defiance.
"Then tell her yourself, for I have no notion of doing so," and she stalked inside the house.
The incident of the evening brought to a head certain plans which long had been formulating in Dr. Harpe's mind; and the result was a note which made his lip curl as he read and re-read it the next morning with various shadings of angry scorn.
My Dear Mr. Symes:
Kindly call at your earliest convenience, and oblige,
Faithfully yours,
Emma Harpe