“And I—don't you see how it is? You've both of you been two of the best friends I ever had, and I didn't like to see it—well, you know, don't you?”
She was looking into the fire as she spoke, and Hunch was watching her. She was very much in earnest.
“Don't you see?” she went on. “I couldn't help feeling kind of bad about it. Why can't you make it all right?” She waited for him to answer, and at last looked up at him with a half smile. “Why?” She asked again.
Hunch looked at her, almost fiercely, until she lowered her eyes to the stove.
He got up, and walked to the window and back.
“Did you think it was her?” he asked, in a strange voice.
“Why—yes.”
“Well, it wasn't. It was you.”
Mamie lost a shade of her color and leaned back in her chair. Hunch stood looking down at her and he said again, “It was you, Mamie.”
Mamie spoke without looking up.