“I don’t care about that silly scandal.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean the scandal. I meant until you know more of the little things about me—that I have a nasty, early-morning temper—that I can be trivial over the kind of dinner I get.”
She put her hand over his mouth.
“Such things matter,” answered Langley sagely. “Well—you’ve promised anyway.”
CHAPTER VI
THE next day was Sunday. Horatia told Maud her news after dinner as they sat on Maud’s comfortable veranda. She was neither surprised nor disappointed at Maud’s reception of the news. There was just about as big a storm as she had expected. Maud, having laid the worrying ghost of Langley, was enraged at its reappearance.
“And Anthony Wentworth was so taken with you the other night,” she wailed. “Don’t you ever want to get anywhere? You little fool——”
Horatia had quite forgotten about Anthony. For a moment she did wonder vaguely what he would think. But she was too absorbed in herself to wonder about such trivialities. Her whole being was full of an exaltation which seemed to run stirringly through every vein. Her ignorance of emotion made everything more amazing. There did not seem much resemblance in what she was feeling to anything she had ever read or talked about. Her love was so warm, so alive, so much hers——
“I really think you could have had Anthony Wentworth.” Maud harped desperately on her own disappointment.
“I wish you wouldn’t talk that way about a man I’ve met only once. It’s indecent, Maud. It’s disgusting.”