... And now from the man came something like a
draught of elixir to her conscience--like the trump of doom to
her scheme of vengeance.
Garson spoke very softly, but with an intensity that left no
doubt as to the honesty of his purpose.
"I'd say, throw up the whole game and go to him, if you really
care."
There fell a tense silence. It was broken by Mary herself. She
spoke with a touch of haste, as if battling against some
hindrance within.
"I married him to get even with his father," she said. "That's
all there is to it.... By the way, I expect Dick will be here in
a minute or two. When he comes, just remember not to--enlighten
him."
Aggie sniffed indignantly.
"Don't worry about me, not a mite. Whenever it's really wanted,
I'm always there with a full line of that lady stuff."
Thereupon, she sprang up, and proceeded to give her conception of
the proper welcoming of the happy bridegroom. The performance
was amusing enough in itself, but for some reason it moved
neither of the two for whom it was rendered to more than
perfunctory approval.
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