But here, this morning, was reversion
to her first attitude.
What could it mean? Why should she treat him so?
("I couldn't answer that question to save my life," said Stuart.
"That is, not then, but I found out later. I put it in, however, and
let Parker draw his own conclusions. I'd have helped him out if I
could, but I couldn't. Go on and see for yourself."
I resumed.)
Parker could not solve the problem, but it pleased him to believe
that something over which he had no control had gone wrong that
morning, and that this had disturbed her equanimity, and that he was
merely the victim of circumstances; and somehow or other it pleased
him also to think that he could be the victim of her circumstances,
so he stood his ground.
"It is a beautiful day," he began, after a pause.
"Is it?" she asked, indifferently.
("Frightfully snubbish," said I, appalled at the lengths to which
Miss Andrews was going.
"Dreadfully," sighed Harley. "And so unlike her, too.")
"Yes," said Parker, "so very beautiful that it seemed a pity that you
and I should stay indoors, with plenty of walks to be taken and--"
Marguerite interrupted him with a sarcastic laugh.
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