She heard him in silence until the last fatal incident, Lucy's severity on the lawn. Then she put in a question. “Were those her exact words?”
“Do I ever forget a syllable she says to me?”
“Don't be angry. I forgot what a ninny she has made of you. Well, David, it is all as plain as my hand. The girl likes you—that is all.”
“The girl likes me? What do you mean? How can you say that? What sign of liking is there?”
“There are two. She avoids you, and she has been rude to you.”
“And those are signs of liking, are they?” said David, bitterly.
“Why, of course they are, stupid. Tell me, now, does she shun this Captain Keely?”
“Kenealy. No.”
“Does she shun Mr. Harvey?”
“Hardie. No.”