"
"At least you needn't be sarcastic," she replied; "I am not as
impossible as you make out. You will have to be different at home--"
"I thought it was outside home you objected to."
"It's one and the same," she went on; "and I won't have them, it, a
minute longer. Not a minute! You have got to behave yourself."
"You haven't been very definite yet."
"Mrs. Grove--Savina," she flung back at him.
"That is a name and not a fact."
"It's a fact that you kissed her." Fanny leaned forward, flushed and
tense, knocking over her stool. "And that you put your arms around her,
and said--oh, I don't know what you did say. Did she mention me?"
"Only indirectly," he replied with a gleam of malice; "neither of us
did."
"I am glad of that anyhow." But her vindictive tone betrayed the words.
"Although I can easily guess why you didn't--you were ashamed. You did
kiss her; why won't you admit it?"
"What's the good? You've done that for me. You have convinced yourself
so positively that nothing I could say would be of any use."
"Did she call you Lee?"
"Hell, Fanny, what a God-forsaken lot of young nonsense!" His anger was
mounting. "You can understand here as well as later that I am not going
to answer any of it; and I'll not listen to a great deal more.
Sometimes, lately, you have been insulting, but now you are downright
pathetic, you are so ridiculous.
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