“We’ve had an awful scene, boy.”
“What—who?”
“Him—Horace—and me. The same old thing, of course—jealousy. I stood up to him, and told him I didn’t intend to put up with that sort of treatment any longer, and I’d never give up anyone I—I liked.”
“I say, Elsie, you were careful, weren’t you?” asked Morrison, his voice grown anxious.
“Yes, yes, darling, of course I was, for your sake. But Leslie—this is what happened—he knocked me down.”
There was a smothered exclamation that made her heart leap with sudden exultation. Of course Leslie cared....
“Elsie—girlie—he didn’t! Are you hurt?”
She could have laughed in pure joy at his sharply-anxious question.
“Nothing bad. Shaken, of course, and I expect there’ll be a bad bruise, but I can put up with worse than that, you know.”
“You oughtn’t to have to! The hound! I’d like to.... Look here, can’t we meet?”