My father was
very, very angry when he and. I arrived home last night."
"I reckoned he would be."
"In his anger he talked to me very freely about you. The question is,
should I believe anything he said?"
"I--I don't know," he stammered, "You're not going back on your own
statement about an angry man, are you?"
"I don't think it's fair to accept all his statements."
"I'm sorry you still hold that opinion. You see I drew some conclusions of
my own from what my father said to me, and those conclusions urge me to
apologize to you for the Corson family. I'm afraid you didn't find my
father in an apologetic mood this morning."
"Not exactly."
"Doris tells me that I have a New England conscience. I'm not sure. At any
rate, I'm feeling very uncomfortable about something! It may be because
you're misunderstood by our family. Do I seem forward?"
"No! Of course you don't. But you're putting me in a terrible position. I
don't know what to say. I don't want any apologies. They'd make me feel
like a fool--more of a fool than I have been."
"Are you admitting now that you were wrong in the stand you took about the
water-power and--and--well, about everything?"
He had been listening in distress and perplexity, striving to understand
her, groping for the meaning she was hiding behind her quiet manner.
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