“Yes,” said Margaret, “he does.”
“Housekeeping and babies, ugh!” shuddered Iola.
“Yes,” cried Margaret, “ah, God, yes! Housekeeping and babies and Barney! God pity your poor soul!”
Iola shrank from the fierce intensity of Margaret's sudden passion.
“What do you mean?” she cried. “Why do you speak so?”
“Why? Can't you read God's meaning in your woman's body and in your woman's heart?”
From Margaret Iola got little help. Indeed, the gulf between the two was growing wider every day. She resolved to show her letter to Dick. They were to go that evening to the play and after the play there would be supper. And when he had taken her home she would show him the letter.
On their way home that evening as they were passing Dick's rooms, he suddenly remembered that a message was to be sent him from the office.
“Let us run in for a moment,” he said.
“I think I had better wait you here,” replied Iola.