“Oho, Maddy! Don’t do the humble; it doesn’t suit you at all. You are the type who ought to have ‘kings and crown princes at your feet.’ And Carleton is princely enough in his effects, but he’s by no means at your feet.”
“What do you mean?” exclaimed Madeleine angrily.
“Just what I say. Schuyler Carleton admires you greatly, but he doesn’t love you—at least, not as I do!”
“Don’t be foolish, Tom. Naturally you know nothing about Mr. Carleton’s affection for me—he does not proclaim it from the housetops. And I desire you not to speak of it again.”
“Why should I speak of what doesn’t exist? Forgive me, Maddy, but I love you so myself, it drives me frantic to see that man treating you so coolly.”
“He doesn’t treat me coolly. Or, if he does, it’s because I don’t wish for tender demonstrations before other people. I’m fond of you, Tom, as you know, but I won’t allow even you to criticise the man I am about to marry.”
“Oh, very well, marry him, then, and a precious unhappy life you’ll lead with him,—and I know why.”
Madeleine turned on him, her eyes blazing with anger.
“What do you mean? Explain that last remark of yours.”
“Small need! You know why as well as I do;” and Tom pushed his hands into his pockets and strode away, whistling, well knowing that he had roused his cousin’s even temper at last.