“I mean, men do.”
“Oh!”
“I have, lots of times.”
Edie grew a little more stately—a hard task, for she was too petite to look dignified.
“I don’t mean anything bad,” said Guest hastily; “and if old Mal thinks he is going to get rid of me he’s mistaken. I’m not a woman, to throw a fellow over because he’s had some trouble in the past. I forgive him whatever it is.”
“I suppose wicked people find it easy to forgive other sinners?” said Edie demurely.
“Of course. Poor old lad!” said Guest thoughtfully; “I wonder what he did do.”
“I’d rather not discuss such matters, if you please, Mr Guest,” said Edie coldly.
“Oh, very well, Miss Perrin. I thought I could come to you for help and counsel as a very dear friend, if as nothing else, and, now I want your help, you back out.”
“No, I don’t—Percy.”