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An encounter at repartee had no terrors for her, if necessary, and the occasion seemed to her opportune for probing the accumulating mysteries of Selma's hostile demeanor. Yet, without waiting for a response to her last remark, she changed the subject, and said, volubly, "I hear that your husband has refused to build the new Parsons house because Mrs. Parsons insisted on drawing the plans."
You know it's so, but you hate to acknowledge it." Selma's eyes were bright with interest. She felt flattered by the appeal, and there was a righteous assurance in Mrs. Taylor's manner which was convincing. She opened her mouth to say something what she did not quite know but Mrs. Taylor raised her hand by way of interdiction. "Don't answer yet. Let me show you what I mean.
Said she: "You must have insisted on some conditions she hesitated to accept." "On her own terms," said Davy. Jane gave up trying to get the real reason from him, sought it in Selma's own words and actions. She inquired: "What did she say? What reason did she give?"
Do you think the American people would tolerate it for a minute?" she asked triumphantly. "It seems to me that your admiration for the American people sometimes makes you a little weak in your logic," he answered with good-humor. He was so pleased by Selma's gratification that he was disposed to exorcise his scruples. "I have always told you that I was more of a patriot than you, Wilbur."
Lyons, which announced that the legislative committee had given the petitioners leave to withdraw their bill, which, in Selma's eyes, justified the management of the affair, and set the seal of complete success on an already absorbing and delightful occasion. Her mourning and the slow convalescence of Mr.
Keep pace, indeed, when, if circumstances would only shape themselves a little differently, she would be able speedily to outstrip her volatile friend in the struggle for social preferment. Not unnaturally their friendship had been somewhat strained by the simmering of these thoughts in Selma's bosom.
A wave of crimson spread over Pauline's face the crimson of wounded surprise, which froze Selma's genial intentions to the core. "I didn't think you'd mind talking about it," she said stiffly. "There's nothing to talk about. Since you have mentioned it, Dr. "Oh, I knew you were nothing but friends now," Selma answered. She felt wounded in her turn.
And yet he stated to Pauline in Selma's hearing that, beyond keeping up the patient's strength by stimulants, science was practically helpless, and that all they could do was to wait. And so they sat, still and unemployed watchers, while day turned into darkness. From time to time, by the night-lamp, Selma saw Pauline smiling at her as though in defiance of whatever fate might have in store.
The dust had not settled before a second auto, having a young man and young woman apparently on the way to play tennis, rushed by, swirling up even vaster clouds of dust and all but colliding with a baby carriage a woman was trying to push across the street. Selma's blood was boiling! The infamy of it! These worthless idlers! What utter lack of manners, of consideration for their fellow beings.
Selma's position in her father's house had been chiefly ornamental and social. She had been his companion and nurse, had read to him and argued with him, but the mere household work had been performed by an elderly female relative who recognized that her mind was bent on higher things.
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