No more does he.
Unless----"
She stopped. Her sister was looking her straight in the face now.
"Unless what?"
"My dear Gwenda, don't glare at me like that. I'm not saying things
and I'm not thinking them. I don't know what _you're_ thinking. If you
weren't so nervy you'd own that I've always been decent to you. I'm
sure I _have_ been. I've always stood up for you. I've always wanted
to have you here----"
"And why shouldn't you?"
Mary blinked. She had seen her blunder.
"I never said you weren't decent to me, Molly."
"You behave as if I weren't."
"How am I to behave?"
"I know it's difficult," said Mary. The memory of her blunder rankled.
"Are you offended because Steven hasn't been to see you?"
"My _dear_ Molly----"
Mary ignored her look of weary tolerance.
"Because you can't expect him to keep on running up to Garthdale when
Papa's all right."
"I don't expect him."
"Well then----!" said Mary with the air of having exhausted all
plausible interpretations.
"If I were offended," said Gwenda, "should I be here?"
The appearance of the tea-tray and the parlormaid absolved Mary from
the embarrassing compulsion to reply. She addressed herself to the
parlormaid.
"Tell Dr. Rowcliffe that tea is ready and that Miss Gwendolen is
here."
She really wanted Steven to come and deliver her from the situation
she had created. But Rowcliffe delayed his coming.
"Is it true that Steven's going to give up his practice?" Gwenda said
presently.
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