“You are thinking, as usual, of that woman. The woman who has my place.”
“It is her place; she had it before we came.”
“But you ought to be looking at me all this time. I am the person for you to think about. I shall end by hating the woman.”
“Oh, you mustn’t be jealous. You can’t hate her. Such a gentle face! And then all the mystery that goes with her! I would give anything to know who she was.”
Pats scowled: “You would give Solomon and me, among other things.”
“No, never!” And again she extended the hand, but he frowned upon it and drew back into the farther corner of his chair. She laughed. “And is Fatsy really jealous?”
“No, not jealous; but hurt, disgusted, outraged, and upset.”
“Because I insist upon treating our hostess with respect and recognizing her rights?”
159“Our hostess! More likely some female devil who beguiled the old man. Probably he was so ashamed of her he never dared go home again.”
“Oh, Pats! I blush for you.”