CHAPTER XXV
It was out on a lonely road in the car that they had chosen to go for their conference, where there was no chance of their being interrupted; and they whirled away through the town and out to the long stretch of whiteness in glum silence, the tears welling to overflow in Leslie’s eyes.
At last they were past the bounds where they were likely to meet acquaintances, and Leslie broke forth.
“Do you really think it’s true that we’ve got to give her up? Are you sure it has come to that, Allison? It seems perfectly preposterous!”
“Well, you know if she cares for him,” said Allison gravely, “we’ve no right to hold on to her and spoil her life. You know it was different when it was old Pill Bowman. This is a real man.”
“Care for him! How could she possibly care for him?” snapped Leslie. “Why, he has a wart on his nose, and he snuffs! I never thought of it before till last night, but he does; he snuffs every little while! Ugh!”
“Why, I thought you liked him, Leslie!”
“So I did until I thought he wanted Cloudy, but I can’t see that! I hate him. I always thought he was about the nicest man in the faculty except the dean, and he’s married; but since I got onto the idea that he wants Cloudy I can’t bear the sight of him. I went way round the block to-day to keep from meeting him. He isn’t nice enough for Cloudy, Allison.”
“What’s the matter with him? Warts and snuffing 283 don’t count if you love a person. I like him. I like him ever so much, and I think he’s lonesome. He’d appreciate a home like ours. You know what a wonderful wife Cloudy would make.”
Leslie fairly screamed.