"
"Does she know about Richmond Park--and the other places?" asked Flossie.
"She wouldn't mind if she did," explained Joan. "And you know what she's
like! How can one think what one's saying with that silly, goggle-eyed
face in front of one always."
Flossie, since she had become engaged, had acquired quite a matronly
train of thought. She spoke kindly, with a little grave shake of her
head. "My dear," she said, "the wife is always in the way. You'd feel
just the same whatever her face was like."
Joan grew angry. "If you choose to suspect evil, of course you can," she
answered with hauteur. "But you might have known me better. I admire
the man and sympathize with him. All the things I dream of are the
things he is working for. I can do more good by helping and inspiring
him"--she wished she had not let slip that word "inspire." She knew that
Flossie would fasten upon it--"than I can ever accomplish by myself. And
I mean to do it." She really did feel defiant, now.
"I know, dear," agreed Flossie, "you've both of you made up your minds it
shall always remain a beautiful union of twin spirits.
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