he asked.
“No,” she murmured.
“That is best,” he said, and then he added slowly, “I would not like you ever to despise me.”
She answered sharply:
“I want to despise you!”
Did he understand? She was not sure. She was sorry she had said it; but she meant it fiercely. Then he left her, for it was already four in the afternoon and he spoke at eight.
In the morning she came down early, despite some dawdling over her toilet. She brought the morning paper into the dining-room and sat down with it, sipping her coffee.
She leaned back and looked leisurely at the headings. There was nothing on the front page but a divorce, a revolution, and a new Trust. She took another sip of her coffee, and turned the page. There it was, ‚ÄúColored High Schools Close‚ÅÝ‚ÄîVicious Attack on Republican Party by Negro Orator.‚Äù
She laid the paper aside and slowly finished her coffee.
A few minutes later she went to her desk and sat there so long that she started at hearing the clock strike nine.
The day passed. When she came home from school she bought an evening paper. She was not surprised to learn that the Senate had rejected Alwyn’s nomination; that Samuel Stillings had been