“A lot I care for their talk!”
“Why don’t you marry him and settle down respectable and have childern and––”
“Why don’t you go home and take care of your own?”
“I guess I better.” And she departed forthwith.
CHAPTER VIII
The two sisters had managed to fray each other’s nerves raw. The mere fact that Abbie advocated marriage and maternity threw Mamise into a cantankerous distaste for her own dreams.
Larrey had delayed Davidge long enough for Mamise to be rid of Abbie, but the influence of both Larrey and Abbie was manifest in the strained greetings of the caller and the callee. Instead of the eagerness to rush into each other’s arms that both had felt in the morning, Davidge entered Mamise’s presence with one thought dominant: “Is she really a spy? I must be on my guard.” And Mamise was thinking, “If he should be thinking what Abbie thought, how odious!”
Thus once more their moods chaperoned them. Love could not attune them. She sat; he sat. When their glances met they parted at once.