When a Man Marries (Chapter 7, page 2 of 14)


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Chapter 7

It was fate that I should go back to that awful kitchen, for of course
my slip said "cook." Mr. Harbison was butler, and Max and Dal got the
furnace, although neither of them had ever been nearer to a bucket of
coal than the coupons on mining stock. Anne got the bedrooms, and Leila
was parlor-maid. It was Jimmy who got the scullery work, but he was
quite crushed by this time, and did not protest at all.

Max was in a very bad temper; I suppose he had not had enough sleep--no
one had. But he came over while the lottery was going on and stood over
me and demanded unpleasantly, in a whisper, that I stop masquerading as
another man's wife and generally making a fool of myself--which is the
way he put it. And I knew in my heart that he was right, and I hated him
for it.

"Why don't you go and tell him--them?" I asked nastily. No one was
paying any attention to us. "Tell them that, to be obliging, I have
nearly drowned in a sea of lies; tell them that I am not only not
married, but that I never intend to marry; tell them that we are a lot
of idiots with nothing better to do than to trifle with strangers within
our gates, people who build--I mean, people that are worth two to our
one! Run and tell them."

He looked at me for a minute, then he turned on his heel and left me. It
looked as though Max might be going to be difficult.

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