Throughout the day she worked with the deepest
concentration, but she could not keep down the knowledge that
Eileen would have things to say, possibly things to do, when they
met that evening, for Eileen was capable of disconcerting
hysteria. Previously Linda had remained stubbornly silent during
any tirade in which Eileen chose to indulge. She had allowed
herself to be nagged into doing many things that she despised,
because she would not assert herself against apparent injustice.
But since she had come fully to realize the results of Eileen's
course of action for Marian and for herself, she was deliberately
arriving at the conclusion that hereafter she would speak when
she had a defense, and she would make it her business to let the
sun shine on any dark spot that she discovered in Eileen.
Linda knew that if John Gilman were well acquainted with Eileen,
he could not come any nearer to loving her than she did. Such an
idea as loving Eileen never had entered Linda's thoughts. To
Linda, Eileen was not lovable. That she should be expected to
love her because they had the same parents and lived in the same
home seemed absurd. She was slightly disappointed, on reaching
home, to find that Eileen was not there.
"Will the lady of the house dine with us this evening? she asked
as she stood eating an apple in the kitchen.
"She didn't say," answered Katy. "Have ye had it out about last
night yet?"
"No," answered Linda.
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