Rachel's tone
fully displayed her sentiments, and completed the disclosure that "the
little thing" was angry and aggressive. (In his mind Louis regarded
her at moments, as "the little thing.") But his own politeness was
so profoundly rooted that practically no phenomenon of rudeness could
overthrow it.
"No," he said, "I'm not going to 'throw my money away' on them."
"That's all right, then," she said, affecting not to perceive his
drift. "I thought you were."
"But I propose to put my money into them, subject to anything you, as
a financial expert, may have to say."
Nervously she had gone to the window and was pretending to straighten
a blind.
"I don't think you need to make fun of me," she said. "You think I
don't notice when you make fun of me. But I do--always."
"Look here, young 'un," Louis suddenly began to cajole, very
winningly.
"I'm about as old as you are," said she, "and perhaps in some ways a
bit older. And I must say I really wonder at you being ready to help
Mr. Batchgrew after the way he insulted me in the cinema."
"Insulted you in the cinema!" Louis cried, genuinely startled, and
then somewhat hurt because Rachel argued like a woman instead of like
a man.
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