down like a steel curtain. > “I happen to know, Louie, that Scott blackballed you for the Arts and Letters. You can call that a grudge or not, as you
Marsellus was visibly shaken. He looked sad.
“Well, if he did, it wasn’t very nice of him, certainly. But are you sure, Rosie? Rumours do go about, and people like to stir up family differences.”
“It isn’t people, and it’s not rumour. I know it positively. Kathleen’s best friend told me.”
Louie lay back and shook with laughter. “Oh, the ladies, the ladies! What they do to each other, Professor!”
St. Peter was very uncomfortable.
“I don’t think I’d accept such evidence, Rosamond. I don’t believe it of Scott, and I think Louie has the right idea. People are like children, and Scott’s poor and proud. I think Louie’s chiffonier would go to his heart, if Louie offered it to him. I’m afraid you wouldn’t do it very graciously.”
“Professor, I’ll go to McGregor’s office and put it up to him. If he scorns it, so much the worse for him. He’ll lose a very handy piece of furniture.”
Rosamond’s paleness changed to red. Fortunately they were spinning over the gravel loops that led through shaven turf to the Country Club. > “You can do as you like with your own things, Louie. But I don’t want any of mine in the McGregors’ bungalow.