“Her family are Jewish clothing workers. Her father’s the man who got arrested—don’t you remember I told you?”
“Oh! That girl!”
“Yes. You see, you stepped on her class-consciousness.”
Vee’s teeth were clenched. “Oh, the odious creature!”
“But Vee! Don’t forget you asked her what she thought.”
“Oh, so insolent! Outrageous!”
“But dear, you take the liberty of saying what you think. Don’t you grant her the same right?”
“Bunny! You are going to defend her!” And before he could reply, she cried, in a voice of fury, “I hate those people, I hate them! They’re nasty, they’re low, they’re jealous—they haven’t an idea but to take away things from people who’ve slaved to earn them.”
There was a long silence. Bunny drove; and when Vee spoke again, it was to ask, “Where are you going?”
“Don’t forget the Schmolsky’s supper-party.”