“You beast! You know I’d die rather than break anything you care about.”
“It’ll be broken some day, if you will come meddling.”
I couldn’t bear it. I said, “You mustn’t yell at her like that. You know she can’t stand it. You’ll make her ill again.”
That sobered him for a moment.
“I’m sorry,” he said; but he made it sound as if he wasn’t.
“If you’re sorry,” she persisted, “you might let me stay with you. I’ll be as quiet as a mouse.”
“No; I don’t want you—I can’t work with you in the room.”
“You can work with Helen.”
“You’re not Helen.”
“He only means he’s not in love with me, dear.”