How different this sulky questioning was from Viola's bright way of assenting to any possible suggestion of mine for my own amusement or benefit!
How different from this her quick:
"Oh yes, do go, Trevor, do not think about me, I shall be quite happy looking forward to your coming back!"
Suzee pushed out her lips.
"How long will you be?" she asked.
"I shall go just before seven and return about ten," I answered. "You must get accustomed to amusing yourself. I can't always be with you."
"I can amuse myself," returned Suzee sulkily. "All the same, I believe it's a woman you are going to."
The blood rushed over my face with anger and annoyance, but I restrained myself and made no answer. She was so much of a child, it seemed absurd to enter into argument or to get angry with her.
I went back to reading my other letters and occupied myself with answering them till luncheon.
That evening about seven I was dressing for dinner, Suzee standing by me or playing with my things and somewhat impeding me, as usual. She seemed to have recovered from her ill-temper and was all smiles and gay prattle.