"
"Really?" said Susan. "How disappointed Constance must have been!"
Spenser was not a good liar. His face twisted and twitched so
that Susan laughed outright. "Why, you look like a caught
married man," cried she. "You forget we're both free."
"Whatever put that crazy notion in your head--about Miss
Francklyn?" demanded he.
"When you take me or anyone for that big a fool, Rod, you only
show how foolish you yourself are," said she with the utmost
good humor. "The best way to find out how much sense a person has
is to see what kind of lies he thinks'll deceive another person."
"Now--don't get jealous, Susie," soothed he. "You know how a
man is."
The tone was correctly contrite, but Susan felt underneath the
confidence that he would be forgiven--the confidence of the
egotist giddied by a triumph. Said she:
"Don't you think mine's a strange way of acting jealous?"
"But you're a strange woman."
Susan looked at him thoughtfully. "Yes, I suppose I am," said
she. "And you'll think me stranger when I tell you what I'm
going to do."
He started up in a panic. And the fear in his eyes pleased
her, at the same time that it made her wince.
She nodded slowly. "Yes, Rod--I'm leaving."
"I'll drop Constance," cried he. "I'll have her put out of
the company."
"No--go on with her till you've got enough--or she has."
"I've got enough, this minute," declared he with convincing
energy and passion.
Pages:
1015
1016
1017
1018
1019
1020
1021
1022
1023
1024
1025
1026
1027
1028
1029
1030
1031
1032
1033
1034
1035
1036
1037
1038
1039