"
Spite of her trouble Mary could not forbear to laugh. "Dearest, how
could I?"
But this furious young man could not see her point. His fine passion
swept him above contingencies.
"Well, then, this morning," he laid down. "The first thing this
morning you should have gone." He supplied detail: "Packed your box,
and called a cab and gone."
His dictatory air drew from her another sad little laugh.
"Oh, George, dear," she cried, "gone where?"
It was a bucket of water dashed upon his flames, and for a moment they
flickered beneath it--then roared again: "_Where? Anywhere!_"
"Oh!" she cried, "you are stupid! You don't see--you don't understand!
Easy to say 'anywhere,' but where--_where_? I have no money. I have no
friends--I--"
The knowledge of her plight and her outlook crowded upon her speech;
broke her voice.
Her distracted George in a moment had her hands in his. "Oh, my dear,"
he cried, "what a fool I am! What a beast to storm like that! I was so
wild. So mad. Of course you had to think before you moved. You were
right, of course you were right. But, my darling, I'm right now. You
see that, don't you? You can't stay a moment longer with those
beasts."
And then he laughed grimly. "Especially," he added, "after what I'm
going to do to Master Bob."
She too laughed.
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