We should never have been happy;
she was 'superior' all the time, and critical of me--not very
pleasant, that! I was disappointed in her, and I might as well say
it. I don't think she has the very deepest nature in the world, and--"
But Isabel put her hand timidly on his arm. "Georgie, dear, this is
only a quarrel: all young people have them before they get adjusted,
and you mustn't let--"
"If you please!" he said emphatically, moving back from her. "This
isn't that kind. It's all over, and I don't care to speak of it
again. It's settled. Don't you understand?"
"But, dear--"
"No. I want to talk to you about this letter of her father's."
"Yes, dear, that's why--"
"It's simply the most offensive piece of writing that I've ever held
in my hands!"
She stepped back from him, startled. "But, dear, I thought--"
"I can't understand your even showing me such a thing!" he cried.
"How did you happen to bring it to me?"
"Your uncle thought I'd better. He thought it was the simplest thing
to do, and he said that he'd suggested it to Eugene, and Eugene had
agreed.
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