"
He couldn't help it, he replied, with a slight responsive sharpening of
his own speech; he had driven to the hotel, where he had secured their
room, and Mrs. Grove had made it impossible for him to stay there. When
he left--it would be late tomorrow or early the next day, Lee thought--
she could meet him and do as they planned. But Fanny refused to agree:
it would, now, be a needless expense. No, the other was what she had
eagerly looked forward to. Lee, drawing her attention once more to the
fact that it wasn't possible, was answered by so long a silence that he
concluded she had hung up the receiver.
"Have a good time," Fanny said at last; "you will, anyhow, with the
Raff woman. I suppose Mrs. Grove, who seems to get everything she
wants, is fascinating as well."
"Indeed, I don't know, Fanny!" he exclaimed, his patience almost
exhausted. "It hasn't occurred to me to think about her. I'm sorry you
won't do what I suggest; it's not different from what we first thought
of."
"Good-bye," she answered reluctantly; "the children are here and send
their love. They'd like to speak to you, but probably you're in a
hurry."
"I may be late for dinner now," he admitted.
The receiver in his house was abruptly, unmistakably, replaced. No one
else, and for so little perceptible cause, could make him as mad as
Fanny frequently did. He put on his waistcoat, changed his money from
the trousers on the bed to those he was wearing, in a formless
indignation.
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