Transpose it into snobbery if you like....We did not board
down here. I kept a lodging house for business women. It paid well, but
Morty, when he became engaged to you, insisted that I give it up. He was
afraid you'd be outraged in your finest sensibilities! Well, I did. One of
my lodgers resigned from her job and took it over. I entered the hospital,
but kept on my room as I had to have one somewhere. Eight months later she
married, and I took it back. I found I could run it as well as ever with
the aid of a treasure of a Chinaman she had discovered. But I never told
Morty."
Alexina laughed. "Better not. But you could run it and live with us all the
same."
"No. I have too little time. I'd waste it coming back and forth, for I must
be here some time every day....Besides..."
"Your own precious atmosphere?"
"You do understand!"
"Well, come to see me often. I shall need your advice."
"You bet. And now, I'll see you to your car; stay with you until you are
safely transferred to the Fillmore car. And don't assert your independence
in just this way again. All those loafers on Fillmore Street are not
spiteful socialists."
As Gora put on her hat at the distant mirror Alexina turned to Gathbroke's
picture with a scowl. She even clenched her hands into fists.
"Oh...you...you....Why weren't you....Why didn't you...."
CHAPTER VIII
I
Mortimer arrived on Tuesday evening, looking immaculate in spite of his day
on the train, and with that air of beaming gallantry that he could always
summon at will, even when all was not well with him.
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