"O, if you don't want me!" said Edgeway, in such a sudden bitterness, that Betty looked up in troubled surprise.
"I have not offended you?" she asked anxiously.
"You? O, no, only Fate! She has a knack of always boosting me out—therefore she displeases me! You understand?" he asked with a slight smile.
She nodded her head smiling.
"I think I do. You are just a trifle lonesome, aren't you? We will have a good heart to heart talk on Tuesday. I have not forgotten your promise to study 'Mormonism.'"
"On condition, you know," he answered, the smile becoming genuine.
Edgeway went to his own room, with a restless spirit that promised little sleep.
"She understands?" he said to himself. "The deuce she does!"
On the broad arm of his chair lay a book. He took it up for inspection.
"Book of Mormon!" He fingered the leaves, half amused, half serious. Curiously he began to read.