“What about? Has that Dick—?”
“Oh! never mind Dick; I am tired of Dick.”
“What is it, then? Rupert?”
“Yes, of course. Are you blind, Tabitha?”
“Ach! I think I see as far as most. But why should you weep over Rupert so loudly that I can hear you through a wall? He is very kind to you.”
“Kind, kind, kind?” answered Edith, increasing her emphasis upon each repetition of the word. “Yes, he is kind as he would be to any troublesome woman who had wandered here. I do not want his kindness.”
“What, then, do you want? His anger?”
“No; I want—his love.”
“You can’t buy that for less than nothing, especially when there is another merchant in the market,” remarked Tabitha thoughtfully.
“I don’t know what you call for less than nothing, Tabitha. Is everything that I have to give less than nothing?”