"Go on, Ed. I want to get on with my work." "Why do you humiliate me like this?" asked Nora after the door had closed on her brother. Gertie had seated herself, very erect and judicial, in one of the rocking chairs. "You came here and thought you knew everything, I guess. But you didn't know who you'd got to deal with." "I was a stranger and homeless. If you'd had any kindness, you wouldn't have treated me so. I _wanted_ to be fond of you." "You," scoffed Gertie. "You despised me before you ever saw me." Nora made a despairing gesture. Even now the men might be on the way, but she had a more unselfish motive for wishing to placate Gertie. Anything rather than bring that look of pain she had seen for the first time that day into her brother's eyes. She staked everything on one last appeal. "Oh, Gertie, can't we be friends? Can't we let bygones be bygones and start afresh? We both love Eddie--Ed I mean. He's your husband and he's the only relation I have in the world. Won't you let me be a _real_ sister to you?" "It's rather late to say all that now." "But it's not too late, is it?" Nora went on eagerly. "I don't know what I do that irritates you so. I can see how competent you are, and I admire you so much. I know how splendid you've been with Eddie. How you've stuck to him through thick and thin. You've done everything for him." Gertie struck her hands violently together and sprang from her chair. "Oh, don't go on patronizing me. I shall go crazy!" "Patronizing you?" "You talk to me as if I were a naughty child. You might be a school teacher." Nora wrung her hands. "It seems perfectly hopeless!" "Even when you're begging my pardon," Gertie went on, "you put on airs. You ask me to forgive you as if you was doing _me_ a favor!" "I must have a most unfortunate manner." Nora laughed hysterically. "Don't you dare laugh at me," said Gertie furiously. "Don't make yourself ridiculous, then." "Did you think I would ever forget what you wrote to Ed before I married him?" "What I wrote? I don't know what you mean." "Oh, don't you? You told him it would be a disgrace if he married me. He was a gentleman and I---- Oh, you spread yourself out!" "And he showed you that letter," said Nora slowly. "Now I understand," she added to herself. "Still," she went on, looking Gertie directly in the face, "I had a perfect right to try and prevent the marriage before it took place. But after it happened, I only wanted to make the best of it. If you had _this_ grudge against me, why did you let me come here!" "Oh," said Gertie moodily, "Ed wanted it, and it was lonely enough sometimes with the men away all day and no one to say a word to. But I can't bear it," she almost screamed, "when Ed talks to you about the old country and all the people I don't know anything about!" "Then you _are_ jealous?"