The blonde lady struck in—
“But then Carey’s a doctor. So convenient!”
“Yes,” said Mr. Flood. “I always said he caught her on the rebound.”
“And then, to mix metaphors, the fat was in the fire. Then, Kent woke up to her. Isn’t it obvious? He was fond of Madala Grey, but it was Mrs. Carey that he fell in love with. Just like a man!”
“Oh, I hate you,” said Mr. Flood. “You destroy my illusions. I’m like Anita. I demand the tragic Madala.”
“You can have her, I should think,” said the Baxter girl thoughtfully. “Oh, of course your theory does seem probable as far as it goes, Miss Howe, but——”
“But what?” said Miss Howe.
“Well, she hardly ever came to town afterwards, did she?”
“Ah, Madala was always wise,” said the blonde lady.
Mr. Flood rubbed his hands.