"Did you make up?"
"No! But I think he is beginning to understand things better—at least, as far as Marsh is concerned. The rest is only a matter of time."
"What a frightful situation! Why did you ever let father announce my engagement to that man?"
Emerson gazed at her in astonishment. "I? Pardon me—how could I help it?"
"You might have avoided quarrelling with him. I think you are very inconsiderate of me."
Boyd regarded the coal of his cigar with a slight gleam of amusement in his eyes as she ran on:
"Even that woman took occasion to humiliate me in the worst possible way."
"It strikes me that she did you a very great service. I have no doubt it was quite as distasteful to her as to you."
"Absurd! It was her chance for revenge, and she rejoiced in making me ridiculous."
"Then it is the first ignoble thing I ever knew her to do," said Boyd, slowly. "She has helped me in a hundred ways. Without her assistance, I could never have won through. That cannery site would still be grown up to moss and trees, and I would still be a disheartened dreamer."