Emily was thoroughly annoyed by the boy's impertinence. The idea of his daring to say a thing to her of Martha.
"Who d'you mean?" Bob demanded.
"You know, that bearded guy she's falling for."
"Eve's brother-in-law?"
"Yes."
"Is she with that——" Emily nudged Bob violently.
"She generally is!" So Johnnie wasn't so indifferent, after all, to the fact as he had wanted them to believe. And then the music stopped, and the girls came nocking out to the drive like butterflies. Marion Wright called upon Johnnie to witness that there was just one more dance, and then they would all go home, and Martha, she said, had already gone, walking home.
Emily asked in reply, unconcernedly, if they were having a good time, and told them not to hurry, and said, "No, they wouldn't wait for an ice—the night was so hot they had thought they would drive out to cool off." But here the ice was—and she ate it hurriedly, fearing what Bob might say about Martha before them, nudging him mentally, as it were, into silence.
No sooner was the car turned towards home than Bob broke out:
"Well, I'll be damned! I won't have this, Emily."