“You are trying to steal her from me.”
“How can you think that; you told me yourself she called the names of others.”
“I lied. She called no one but you.”
Martin’s face was telling tales; he went over to the fireplace.
“You are unjust to her, but, if you persist, I won’t come again.” His voice faltered; his eyes filled up. Floyd had never been able to resist him.
“You two are my only friends; if I lose you there is nobody, nobody.”
He went to the door, then turned and put out his hand. They were friends again—to all appearances.
6
Mary jumped into the doctor’s car, and held a consultation. She sat with her legs drawn up, her elbows on her knees, her little serious face puckered. He liked her like that; something was coming.