"You are. I like women anyhow; men bore me mostly. I had a desperate 'crush' at boarding-school, but she quit me cold when she married. I've taken a great shine to you, Gus; and there's one thing you mustn't forget." "What's that?" Mrs. Symes asked, smiling. "I'm jealous--of your Phidias." "How absurd!" Mrs. Symes laughed aloud. "I mean it." Dr. Harpe spoke lightly and there was a smile upon her straight lips, but earnestness, a kind of warning, was in her eyes. A clatter of tinware at the kitchen window attracted Symes's attention as he came from the bedroom. "What's the matter, grandmother?" he asked in the teasing tone he sometimes used in speaking to her. "Not the cooking sherry, I hope." She did not smile at his badinage. "There's enough drinkin' in this house without my help," she returned sharply. "What do you mean?" Symes's eyes opened. "Are you serious?" The question he saw was superfluous. "It's nothin' I'd joke about." "You amaze me. Do you mean Augusta--drinks?" "Too much." "By herself?" "No; always with Dr. Harpe. Dr. Harpe drinks like a man--that size." She held up significant fingers. Symes frowned. "I know that Dr. Harpe's sentiments are not--er--strictly temperance, but Augusta--this is news to me, and I don't like it." He thrust his hands deep in his trousers pockets and leaned his shoulder against the door jamb. "When did this commence?" "With the comin' of that woman to this house." "It's curious--I've never noticed it." "They've taken care of that. She's a--nuisance." "You don't like Dr. Harpe?" Watching her face, Symes saw the change which flashed over it with his question. "Like her! Like Dr. Harpe?" She took a step toward him, and the intensity in her voice startled him. Her little gray eyes seemed to dart sparks as she answered--"I come nearer hatin' her than I ever have any human bein'!" "But why?" he persisted. Perhaps in her answer he would find an answer to the question he had but recently asked himself. There was confusion in the old woman's eyes as they fell before his. "Because," she answered finally, with a tightening of her lips. "There's no definite reason? Nothing except your prejudice and this matter you've mentioned?" A red spot burned on either withered cheek. She hesitated. "No; I guess not," she said, and turned away. "If I thought for a moment that her influence over Augusta was not good I'd put an end to this intimacy at once; but I suppose it's natural that she should desire some woman friend and it seems only reasonable to believe that a professional woman would be a better companion than that illiterate Parrott creature or the tittering Starrs." Symes shifted his broad shoulders to the opposite side of the door and his tone was the essence of complacency as he went on-- "Yes, if I had the shadow of a reason for forbidding this silly schoolgirl friendship I'd stop it quick." The old woman's lips twisted in a faintly cynical smile. "And could you?"