"
Ford could imagine Mrs. Kate shaking her head with the wisdom born of
matrimony.
"Don't you suppose he could keep putting in water?" she asked pityingly.
Ford almost choked when he heard that!
"I don't believe he would." Josephine's tone was dubious. "It doesn't
seem to me that a man would do that; he'd think he was just spoiling
what was left. That," she declared with a flash of inspiration, "is what
a woman would do. And a man always does something different!" There was
a pathetic note in the last sentence, which struck Ford oddly.
"Don't think you know men, my dear, until you've been married to one for
eight years or so," said Mrs. Kate patronizingly. "When you've been--"
"Oh, for mercy's sake, do you think they're all alike?" Josephine's
voice was tart and impatient. "I know enough about men to know they're
all different. You can't judge one by another. And I don't believe that
Ford is drinking at all. He's just--"
"Just what?--since you know so well!" Mrs. Kate was growing ironical.
"He's trying not to--and worrying." Her voice lowered until it took love
to hear it. Ford did hear, and his breath came fast.
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