"Well, then, Magsie lied," he said firmly.
"She really isn't the lying type, George. And there's no question that Greg and she did see each other every day, and that he wrote her letters and gave her presents!" Alice finished rather timidly, for her husband's face was a thunder-cloud. The old car flew along at thirty-five miles an hour.
"Damn FOOL!" George presently muttered. Alice glanced at him in sympathetic concern.
"George, why don't you see him?"
George preserved a stern silence for perhaps two flying minutes, then he sighed.
"Oh, he'll come to me fast enough when he needs me! Lord, I've pulled old Greg out of trouble before." His whole face grew tender as he added: "You know Greg is a genius, Alice; he's not like other men!"
"I should hope he wasn't!" said Alice with spirit.
"We--ll!" She was sorry for her vehemence when George merely shook his head and ended the conversation on the monosyllable. After a while she attempted to reopen the subject.
"If geniuses can act that way, I'd rather have our girls marry grocers!"
The girls' father smiled absently.