“Yes, but I am ashamed to own it; I despise the girl!” Eva cried, with flashing eyes.
“She told me you were at outs—it isn’t anything serious, is it?” Reggie inquired, with languid curiosity.
He saw that Eva was seriously annoyed. Her cheeks flushed red and pale alternately and she exclaimed:
“What did she tell you?”
“Nothing, except that you were ‘at outs,’ and intimated that if I would call some time she would tell me all the particulars.”
“Oh, Reggie, you won’t ever go near her, will you, that’s my own dear boy? She is hateful, my cousin Patty. She will tell you shameless lies of me! Promise me!” half sobbed Eva, clutching his arm with convulsive fingers and lifting to his loving glance a little face like a snowdrop in March—all the color stricken suddenly out of it, even to the lips.
Her heart throbbed madly in her breast as she waited for his answer, in her terror that Patty should breathe in his ears the story her father so dreaded to have him hear.
But Reggie did not at all understand how deeply agitated she was, and slipping his arm about her waist, he fondly kissed the quivering lips, saying lightly:
“Whew! how women can hate each other when they go at it—even relations! Of course I am not going near the girl, darling; I never intended to; and even if I did, and she told me lies of you, I should call out her big brother and shoot him!”
He wondered that she looked so wild and strange when she faltered: