"If you like," he answered gruffly.
"I'm honestly curious," Eleanore said, "to see what kind of a person she is. And I'm sure that Sue is, too. May we bring her with us?"
"Of course you may—whenever you like."
"Would Friday evening be too soon?"
"I'll see if I can fix it."
When Eleanore came in to me, her lips were set tight as though something had hurt her.
"That was pretty tough," I muttered.
"Yes, wasn't it," she said quickly. "I don't care, I'm not going to have him marrying Sue. I'm too fond of both of them. Besides, your father has to be thought of. It would simply kill him!"
"Yes," I thought to myself that night. "No doubt about that, it would kill him."