“I can't marry him and have you feel so dreadfully about it.”
“Who said I felt dreadfully about it?”
“Nobody said so; but you look so dreadfully.”
“I can't help my looks. They have nothing whatever to do with your love-affairs.”
“You say that just to pacify me, I know,” said Rose, pitifully.
“You don't know. Do you mean to say that you have dismissed him?”
“Yes, and he is horribly angry with me,” moaned Rose.
“I should think he would be. What right have you to dismiss a man to please another woman, who is hardly any relation to you? I should think he would be mad. What did he do?”
“He just slammed the door and ran.”
Sylvia laid her work on the table and started out of the room with an angry stride.