“Oh, she was, indeed,” agreed Kitty enthusiastically. “Mr. Carleton didn’t half appreciate her, and Tom did. But then she was always very different with Tom. Somehow she always seemed constrained when with Mr. Carleton.”
“Then why was she marrying him?”
“She was terribly in love with him. She liked Tom only in a cousinly way, but she adored Mr. Carleton. I know it.”
“Well, it seems you were right about her not killing herself, so you’re probably right about this matter, too.”
“Now, that shows a nice spirit,” said Kitty, smiling, even in the midst of her sorrow. “But, truly, I’m ’most always right; aren’t you?”
“I shall be after this, for I’m always going to agree with you.”
“That’s a pretty large order, for I’m sometimes awfully disagreeable.”
“I shouldn’t believe that, but I’ve practically promised to believe everything you tell me, so I suppose I shall have to.”
“Oh, now I have defeated my own ends! Well, never mind; abide by your first impression,—that I’m always right,—and then go ahead.”
“Go ahead it is,” declared Fessenden, and then Molly Gardner joined them. Molly was more overcome by the tragic turn affairs had taken than Kitty, and had only just made her appearance downstairs that day.