" To think for one moment that he had moved her! That streak of
marble moved! He fell to watching her again, as if she were some
troublesome sentence that needed licking into shape. As she bent
impertinently over her book, she was an insult to man. All Tommy's
interest in her revived. She infuriated him.
"Alice," he whispered.
"Do keep quiet till I finish this chapter," she begged lazily.
It brought him at once to the boiling-point.
"Alice!" he said fervently.
She had noticed the change in his voice. "People are looking," she
said, without moving a muscle.
There was some subtle flattery to him in the warning, but he could not
ask for more, for just then Mrs. Jerry came in. She was cloaked for
the garden, and he had to go with her, sulkily. At the door she
observed that the ground was still wet.
"Are you wearing your goloshes?" said he, brightening. "You must get
them, Mrs. Jerry; I insist."
She hesitated. (Her room was on the third floor.) "It is very good of
you to be so thoughtful of me," she said, "but----"
"But I have no right to try to take care of you," he interposed in a
melancholy voice. "It is true. Let us go."
"I sha'n't be two minutes," said Mrs.
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