“No, not you. Therefore, go away and stop bothering me. I have better things to do—and better persons than you to see. After all, she has not saved the brute—only helped the wolf to put on lamb’s clothing. Run along!”
“If you make me angry,” threatened John Rem, “I swear I will come down town on the ten-twenty to-morrow.”
“I will telephone the fact to her.”
“Then I’ll take every train there is.”
“How busy you will be on that day at least! Run away, boy.”
“And if you make me very mad, I’ll marry her—just to spite you!”
“Poor girl! Please get very mad. No, no, no! I mean don’t. Go away! You are a dog in the manger. Go.”
VI
SIMILIA SIMILIBUS CURANTUR
Now Doctor Rem thought on these things and in his heart decided that they were true. But though convicted, he was nothing more. Until that night he got Bell-Bell’s wire to go down on the seven-thirty train.
He was going to the Charity Masque in the costume of a Roundhead cavalier, and was as moody as his coat. Yet when he met her, all his moodiness fled. He held her hand in the real forgetfulness of inchoate possession. She drew it away angrily.