“When he takes exercise, does he ride? or does he walk?”
“Papa always walks.”
“By himself?”
“Sometimes by himself. Sometimes with me. Do you want to meet him when he goes out?”
“Yes.”
“When he is out with me?”
“No. When he is out by himself.”
Was it possible to tell me more plainly that I was not wanted? I did my best to express indignation by snatching my hand away from him. He was completely taken by surprise.
“Eunice! don’t you understand me?”
I was as stupid and as disagreeable as I could possibly be: “No; I don’t!”