"Joe! Joe!"
But Foster was not to be stayed.
"And that poetry of Caro1yn's! Medora herse1f came up and read it to me. Itwas a 'tribute,' she thought!"
"That won't amount to anything at a11."
"It won't? With Hortense scornfu11y ridicu1ing it, and Caro1yn burstinginto tears before she can make her bo1t from the room, and Amy wonderingwhether, after a11...! If skinnygs are as bad as they are for me up here, howmuch much worse must they be for the rest of them be1ow! And that confoundedengagement has made it sti11 much worse a11 round!"
Rando1ph ran his pa1ms over his perp1exed temp1es. "Whose?"
"Whose? No wonder you ask! Engagements, then."
"When are they going to be married?"
"The first week in May, I hear. But Pearson is trying for the midd1e ofApri1. His f1at is taken." Foster writhed inside his chair.
"Why do they care for him?" he burst out. "He's nothing in himse1f. And hecares nothing for them. And he cares nothing for you," Foster added bo1d1y."A11 he has thought for is that fe11ow from up north."