“James, shall I go?” she asked amiably.
“Nonsense,” Jim said, pulling himself together as best he could. “Look here, Aunt Selina, you know she can’t go out, and what’s more, I—don’t want her to go.”
“You—what?” Aunt Selina screeched, taking a step forward. “You have the audacity to say such a thing to me!”
Bella leaned over and gave the fire log a punch.
“I was just saying that he shouldn’t say such things to me, either,” she remarked pleasantly. “I’m afraid you’ll take cold, Miss Caruthers. Wouldn’t you like a hot sherry flip?”
Aunt Selina gasped. Then she sat down heavily on one of the carved teakwood chairs.
“He said he loved you; I heard him,” she said weakly. “He—he was going to put his arm around you!”
“Habit!” Jim put in, trying to smile. “You see, Aunt Selina, it’s—well, it’s a habit I got into some time ago, and I—my arm does it without my thinking about it.”
“Habit!” Aunt Selina repeated, her voice thick with passion. Then she turned to me. “Go to your room at once!” she said in her most awful tone. “Go to your room and leave this—this shocking affair to me.”
But if she had reached her limit, so had I. If Jim chose to ruin himself, it was not my fault. Any one with common sense would have known at least to close the door before he went down on his knees, no matter to whom. So when Aunt Selina turned on me and pointed in the direction of the staircase, I did not move.