While you,--forgive me, Daisy, but I've known
you for years,--and you ARE capable of gaining your own ends by
underhanded methods."
"What do you accuse me of?" and Daisy's air of injured innocence
was well assumed.
"I don't know," and Bill looked exceedingly perplexed. "But I DO
know that in some way you persuaded Patty to give up that part,
because you wanted it yourself."
Daisy drew a long breath of relief. Then, she thought, he didn't
know, after all, just what she HAD done, and perhaps she could
carry it through yet.
"You're mistaken," she said, in a kind way, "Patty did write that
note, but she had her own reasons, and she desired, especially,
that no one should mention the subject to her."
"Yes," said Bill, "and it's that strange reluctance to having the
subject mentioned that makes me suspect YOUR hand in the matter.
Patty refused to discuss it with me, but the look of blank
astonishment in her face, when I referred to that note, convinced
me there's a bit of deviltry SOMEWHERE. And I ascribe it to you!"
"You do me an injustice," and now Daisy's tone was haughty and
distant; "but I cannot resent it. For Patty's sake, I too must
refuse to discuss this matter. Think of me as you will,--I cannot
defend myself.
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