"
"Confound my Edith!" Tim exclaimed hotly. "Why, Mary, can't you see I
was joking? The idea of comparing Edith with you--why, Mary----"
Tim in his protest started to mount the stairs, and there was an
earnestness in his tone that made me think it high time he knew our
secret, for his own sake and for Edith's. It seemed to me unfair of
him to desert her so basely in the presence of an enemy. He should
have stood by her to the very end, and had he boldly declared that as
compared to her Mary was a mummy I should have admired him the more; I
should have understood; I should have known he was mistaken, but
endured it. Now I seized him by the coat and pulled him back.
"Tim," I said solemnly, "I have something to tell you."
My brother turned and gave me a startled look.
"Mary and I have something to tell you," I went on.
That should have given him a clew. I had expected that at this point
he would embrace me. But he didn't.
"I suppose you think I've been a fool about Edith?" he muttered
ruefully.
Pages:
193
194
195
196
197
198
199
200
201
202
203
204
205
206
207
208
209
210
211
212
213
214
215
216
217