Southern States -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
Garvin's brain had leaped from thought to thought. Who had spied upon
him? How much did Edward know? He could not have been near them that
evening. It was not possible for any one to come near the willows and
he not detect it. Garvin was capable of perfect coolness, and at
unexpected moments. "What girl are you talking about?" he demanded.
"I've played with more than one girl on the Ridge--so did you, I reckon,
in your time."
Edward drew an uneven breath. "I mean Ann Penniman."
"Yes, I've talked to Ann--what of it?"
"Answer my question! _How far has this thing gone?_" Edward repeated
with such intense passion that Garvin recoiled, surprised rather than
angered. Had he not been surprised, he would instantly have flared.
"I've done Ann no harm!... But what great difference should it make to
you? What's Ann Penniman to you? Why the devil should you come at me in
this fashion--even if I had gone the lengths! One would suppose I'd been
poaching on your preserves! I'm my own master--neither you nor any other
man shall question me about how or with whom I choose to amuse myself!"
Garvin had flared finally.
Edward knew well what that sudden high note in Garvin's voice portended.
He spoke quickly: "I apologize.... I ought to have got at the thing
differently.... Sit down a moment--I want to talk of something else,
first ... this matter of your getting the agency.... I've been
consulting with Baird--about it.... Sit down--"
Edward had talked with a certain haste, and yet with pauses, quieting
his brother while he sought for his own self-control. It was almost
beyond him; he had paused, laid hold on the thing, gone on, paused
again. He ended with outward calm.
And Garvin had quieted in the sudden way usual with him. Edward had
motioned him to a chair, and he took it. Edward sat down opposite to him
at the desk; he looked down while he talked. "It seems it depends on me
whether Baird's firm will take you on or not. If I take stock in their
company, they will give you the agency. I've--"
"I don't want you to sacrifice money on my account," Garvin interrupted.
"I mean to go somewhere--away from here--and just as soon as I can. I'll
look about for something else, that's all."
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