Here was my moment, and I didn't spare it, but jabbed the needle into the ball of yarn, if her ear did lie between them.
"Yes!" says I, "anybody with half an eye can see the difference between you, and that's a fact! Nobody'd ever imagine for a breath that you were deserving of Dan,—Dan, who's so noble he'd die for what he thought was right,—you, who are so selfish and idle and fickle and"—
And at that Faith burst out crying.
"Oh, I never expected you'd talk about me so, Georgie!" said she between her sobs. "How could I tell you were such a mighty friend of Dan's? And besides, if ever I was Virginie des Violets, I'm Faith Devereux now, and Dan'll resent any one's speaking so about his wife!"
And she stood up, the tears sparkling like diamonds in her flashing dark eyes, her cheeks red, and her little fist clenched.
"That's the right spirit, Faith," says I, "and I'm glad to see you show it. And as for this young Canadian, the best thing to do with him is to send him packing. I don't believe a word he says; it's more than likely nothing but to get into your good graces."
"But there's the names," said she, so astonished that she didn't remember she was angry.
"Happened so."
"Oh, yes! 'Happened so' A likely story! It's nothing but your envy, and that's all!"
"Faith!" says I, for I forgot she didn't know how close she struck.