“Mrs. Squire, ’pon my honor you’re taking things—seriously; you’re not really angry——?”
“Yes, I am. I am. I was enjoying myself, and you suddenly—Please drive on, quick, quick. You can’t talk if you go quick, and then shan’t I bore you.”
“But really, Mrs. Squire, I——”
“Please drive on—quick!” Marian interrupted.
“She’s a masterful little devil,” West thought, as he obeyed her orders, and he also decided that Maddison was a lucky devil. A woman who is difficult to win or a man who has won is usually likened to the greatest of the fallen angels. The devil has many unconscious admirers and there are many who envy him.
West slowed down again when they were nearing home.
“There! Wasn’t I good?” he asked. “I obeyed orders like a lamb. Have you forgiven me?”
“No, I haven’t,” Marian answered, with a catch in her voice as she went on: “it’s not easy to forgive anyone who smashes up a pleasant time——”
“But, Mrs. Squire, really I didn’t do anything much——”
“Much! You said the wrong thing and it jarred; that’s all, but it’s a good deal when you’re really enjoying yourself. Here we are home, and there’s George. Don’t forget your promise, if you get a chance of speaking to him.”