After turning his back on the hateful sight well known to him as his cousin Florence at her freshest, he turned again, came forth from his place of residence, and joining her upon the pavement, walked beside her, accompanying her without greeting or inquiry. His expression of fatigue, indicating her insufferableness, had not abated; neither had her air of being a duchess looking at bugs.
“You are a pretty one!” he said; but his intention was perceived to be far indeed from his words.
“Oh, am I, Mister Herbert Atwater?” Florence responded. “I’m awf’ly glad you think so!”
“I mean about what Henry Rooter said,” her cousin explained. “Henry Rooter told me he made you believe you were goin’ to have a grapevine climbin’ up from inside of you because you ate some grapes with the seeds in ’em. He says you thought you’d haf to get a carpenter to build a little arbour so you could swallow it for the grapevine to grow on. He says——”
Florence had become an angry pink. “That little Henry Rooter is the worst falsehooder in this town; and I never believed a word he said in his life! Anyway, what affairs is it of yours, I’d like you to please be so kind and obliging for to tell me, Mister Herbert Illingsworth Atwater, Exquire!”
“What affairs?” Herbert echoed in plaintive satire. “What affairs is it of mine? That’s just the trouble! It’s got to be my affairs because you’re my first-cousin. My goodness I didn’t have anything to do with you being my cousin, did I?”
“Well, I didn’t!”
“That’s neither here nor there,” said Herbert. “What I want to know is, how long you goin’ to keep this up?”
“Keep what up?”
“I mean, how do you think I like havin’ somebody like Henry Rooter comin’ round me tellin’ what they made a cousin of mine believe, and more than thirteen years old, goin’ on fourteen ever since about a month ago!”
Florence shouted: “Oh, for goodness’ sakes!” then moderated the volume but not the intensity of her tone. “Kindly reply to this. Whoever asked you to come and take a walk with me to-day?”