“That’s not necessarily a sign of love.”
“It’s Jim, Anthony.”
Anthony may have been thinking of what Maud had said. He turned to her pleadingly.
“Anyway let me make a fight, won’t you?”
“It’s no good.”
“But I can’t lose you like this—without a struggle.”
She said nothing more. They drove back to the city and he dropped Horatia at her office. She mounted the steps feeling very much troubled, and a little outraged. Anthony was sweet, but the intrusion of such feeling on the one between her and Jim shamed her.
Jim welcomed her not at all. It was a bad and busy afternoon and Horatia had really been playing truant. He came up to her in a hurry.
“You’ll have to hurry your column for the fourth page, Miss Grant. It was late yesterday and we had to hold everything up for it. Please hurry.”
Horatia guessed that for that moment she was not his lover but his reporter. She flushed. And then, loyally, she gloried in his attitude. She wanted to be more than a woman to Jim. She wanted to be a part of his work.