Part 39 (1/2)
”Gilbert Grey called on you last evening, didn't he?”
”Yes; he is going away. He came to say good-by.”
”I sha'n't miss him much.”
”Why not? Are you not a good deal together?”
”In the store we are together. Out of it, I don't care to keep his company.”
”Why not?”
”He isn't my style.”
”If it means that he does not resemble you, Maurice, I think you are right.”
”He is very much stuck up.”
”Really, Maurice--I hope you will excuse my saying it--I think that charge could be brought against you more justly.”
”Do you mean to say I am stuck up?” asked Maurice, indignantly.
”Perhaps it is only your manner.”
”But do you think I seem so?”
”More than Gilbert.”
”You seem very familiar with Grey, to call him Gilbert.”
”Of course I am familiar with him. Why shouldn't I be?”
”It doesn't show very good taste on your part.”
”I don't know about that. Gilbert is popular in society. You know that at parties he never has any difficulty in filling up his card.”
Maurice did know that at the parties when both were present, Gilbert was received with much more favor than himself, and this was one of the circ.u.mstances that made him angry with his fellow-clerk. Few can pardon a wound to their self-love.
”It only shows that humbugs flourish best in the world,” he said.
”Do you call Gilbert a humbug?” asked Bessie, her fair face flushed with indignation.
”Yes, I do.”
”Then,” she said, spiritedly, ”it only shows your jealousy and envy of him, because he is better looking and more popular than you. Jealousy is hateful, I think,” said the little lady, tossing her head with emphasis.
”I hope when I am jealous it will be of somebody better than Gilbert Grey,” said Maurice, angry and mortified because Bessie had referred to Gilbert as better looking and more popular than himself.
”It seems to me you are making yourself very disagreeable to-night, Maurice,” said his cousin, pettishly.
”If you knew what an impudent message he sent to you, you might change your mind about him.”