Richard Third has always been a bugaboo to my mind. Some day, perhaps,
I'll get over it."
"Make it Dick, as a compromise."
"Some day, when I have known you a little longer. Has John ever told
you about Mr. McQuade?"
"McQuade?" Warrington realized that he had been floating on a pleasant
sea. He came upon the hidden shore rather soundly. "McQuade?" he
repeated.
"Yes. He had the audacity to propose to mother shortly after father's
death. Think of it! John wrote to him very definitely that his
presence in the house would no longer be welcomed or tolerated. Father
had some slight business transactions with Mr. McQuade, and he came up
to the house frequently. He continued these visits after father's
death. We treated him decently, but we simply could not make him feel
welcome. The third time he called he proposed.
"Mother left the room without even replying. He understood. A few
minutes afterward we heard the door slam. John wrote him the next
morning. Did you ever hear of anything to equal the cold-bloodedness
of it?"
Warrington looked at her in absolute amazement.
"Well, of all the nerve! Why the deuce didn't John punch his head?"
savagely.
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