"Don't you know, Constance?" asked Auntie Lot.
"No, I haven't had it...."
"So you haven't read it, Constance?"
"No."
"Well, it's just as well, child," said Auntie, as though relieved. "Better not read it, eh? Hor-r-rid article. Scandalous, child, about you.... Eh, soedah[23] all those people.... And it's so long ago, you and your husband; and he is your husband now!... Eh, what I say is, leave her alone. Forgive and forget, soedah! But I tell you, people always love to korek about tempo doeloe.[24] It makes me sick when I think what people are!"
"Dorine, have you that article?"
"Do you think I carry it about with me?" said Dorine, irritably.
"Why are you angry with me, Dorine?"
"I'm not angry; but, when you give occasion...."
"I?... Give occasion?... Fifteen years ago?..."