Edith shook her head. “I don’t belong to your world yet. And I’ve had a heavenly time without you.”
They went on laughing. Silence settled on the two they left behind. And out of that silence Edith asked, “You didn’t like the things we said?”
“Hateful!”
“Do you always show what you feel like that?”
“Jane says I do.”
“Well, if it had been anybody but Eloise Harper and Adelaide Laramore. Adelaide is Uncle Fred’s latest.”
She rose. “Let’s go up-stairs. If I stay here I shall want to throw things at their heads. And I don’t care to break Martha’s dishes.”
They stopped at the other table, however, for a light word or two, then went up to Edith’s sitting-room on the second floor. When they were once more by the fire, she said, “And now what do you think of me? Nice temper?”
“I think,” he said, promptly, “that they probably deserved it.”
She laid her hand for a fleeting moment on his arm. “You are rather a darling to say that. I was really horrid.”