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what he had said to Aagot — and what he said to you tonight.
‘She’” — imitating his father — “does not say anything to you!
Remember it is our mother he speaks of like that.”

“I think your father is much more considerate and courteous
to your mother than she is to him.”

“That consideration of father’s — I know it. Do you call
it considerate the way he has won you over to his side? And
his politeness — if you knew how I have suffered under it as a
child, and since. He used to stand and listen very politely
without saying a word, and if he spoke, it was in an icy cold,
extremely civil manner. I almost prefer mother’s loud anger
and scoldings. Oh, Jenny, it is all so miserable.”

“My poor, darling boy.”

“It is not all mother’s fault. Everybody prefers father.
You do — quite naturally — I do myself, but I understand her
being as she is. She wants to be first with everybody, and she
never is. Poor mother.”

“I am sorry for her,” said Jenny, but her heart remained
cold to Mrs. Gram. The air was heavy with scent from leaf
and blossom as they went through the square. On the seats
under the trees there was whispering and murmuring in the clear
summer night.

Their solitary steps echoed on the pavement of the deserted
business quarter where the tall buildings slept — the pale blue
sky was reflected in the shop windows.

“May I come up?” he whispered as they stood at her
entrance.

“I am tired,” said Jenny softly.

“I should like to stay a while with you — don’t you think it
would be nice to be by ourselves a little?”

She said nothing, but began to walk up the stairs, and he
followed.

Jenny lighted the seven-armed candlestick on her

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