She closed the window with a bang.
“Olive! You make my heart jump.”
“Really? I’m not a man.”
Mrs. Wyndwood colored painfully, then looked at her with brimming eyes of reproach. “And this is my reward for leaving you tête-à-tête.”
“Leaving me tête-à-tête. I thought that was a by-product.”
Mrs. Wyndwood controlled her vexation. “I said just now I had never known any one so easy to live with. Don’t make me change my opinion, dear.”
“So you’ve been discussing me with Matthew! And what right have you to discuss me with anybody? Oh, how hateful everybody is! I know what it is. You’d like to see me brought down to your level.”
“Good-night, Miss Regan. You will apologize in the morning.”
“Don’t glare. The level of womanhood, if you like. You’ve loved a man.”
Eleanor’s face flushed. “That is the height of womanhood, Olive.”