"Why don't you call me a liar and have done with it?" demanded Ruth.
"I wanted to save you from disgrace, and you know it. I wanted" A maid came in.
"Let us wait and continue this conversation later," remarked Tom.
"We don't want you," flared Edith at the maid. "I didn't ring. Go out till you're summoned. You're the most ungrateful girl I ever knew, Ruth. You're"
"Come," interrupted Alec. "This isn't getting anywhere. Let us finish dinner first."
"I'm sure I don't want any more dinner," said Edith.
"Nor I," commented Ruth, with a shrug.
There were a salad fork and a dessert spoon still untouched beside our plates. It would have been thoughtful if Ruth had waited and lit her fuse when the finger-bowls came on. It seemed a shame to me to waste two perfectly good courses, and unnecessarily sensational to interrupt the ceremony of a Sunday dinner. But it was impossible to sit there through two protracted changes of plates.
"I guess we've all had enough," remarked Tom, disgustedly shoving away that innocent piece of duck. We rose stragglingly.
"I don't care to talk about this thing any more," said Ruth, as we passed through the hall. "You can thrash it out by yourselves. Lucy, you can represent me!" And she turned away to go upstairs.
Tom called back, "No, Ruth. This is an occasion that requires your presence, whether you like it or
