"Your house!" echoed Baptiste, uncomprehendingly. "Why, I do not understand you."
"I want to know what you are doing at my house after what you said about me!"
"At your house after what I said about you!" Baptiste repeated.
"Yes. You said I was 'nothing but a thirteen dollars a week jockey,' and all that." Baptiste was thoughtful. He had never said anything about Glavis—and then he understood. Some more of the Elder's work.
"Now, Glavis, I do not understand what you mean when you say what I said about you; but as for my being here, that is distinctly no wish of mine. But you know my wife is here, and it is her I am here to see. No other."
"But I want to see you downtown—you come down here!"
Baptiste was thoughtful. He knew that he could exert no influence over Orlean when she did return with Ethel acting as she was, so he might as well be downtown for the present as elsewhere. So he answered:
"Well, alright."
Ethel slammed and locked the door behind him, and he walked over to Cottage Grove Avenue and boarded a car.