And, of course, you're wildly angry with me. Aren't you?"
"I certainly wish you hadn't gone to see her."
"Was it merely to tell me this that you ordered me to come here?" she
asked, with a touch of anger in her voice, for however much like God's
good angels young women may be, they generally have a spirit of their
own.
I felt I had been wanting in tact; also that I had put myself--through
an impetuosity foreign to what I had thought to be my character--in a
foolish position. If I replied affirmatively to her question, she
would have served me perfectly right by tossing her head in the air and
marching indignantly out of the room. I temporised.
"In order to understand the extraordinary consequences of your
interview, I should like to have some idea of what took place. I know,
my dear Eleanor," I continued as gently as I could, "I know that you
went to see her out of the very great kindness of your heart--"
"No, I didn't."
I made a little gesture in lieu of reply. There was a span of silence.
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