“Of course we have. You know very well, Molly, you’re angry with me.... Now mother says––”
She caught his bantering tone, and resenting it, drew her fingers away haughtily.
“You learn good manners from your mother, it seems.” 197
Her tone was insolent and angered him. Theodore returned quickly to his chair.
“No, I don’t,” he denied. “You know I don’t! But before you asked me to go with you Saturday, I told you I had an appointment––”
“Yes, and you told me who it was with, too,” Molly thrust back in his teeth.
“Exactly, because there’s no reason why I shouldn’t. I’ve taken an extreme interest in the little girl.... You offended me by talking against her.”
Molly’s temper was rising by the minute. She had armored herself with a statement, the truth of which she would force upon him.
“I’m not sure I said anything that wasn’t true,” she returned discourteously.
Theodore leaned back in his chair.