You have an unfortunate way, Eileen, of defeating your own ends.

If you wanted to attract Mary Louise Whiting, you missed the best chance you ever could have had, at three o'clock Saturday afternoon, when you maliciously treated her only brother as you would a mechanic, ordered him to our garage, and shut our door in his face." Eileen turned to Linda.

Her mouth fell open.

A ghastly greenish white flooded her face.
"What do you mean ?" she gasped.
"I mean," said Linda, "that Donald Whiting was calling on me, and you purposely sent him to the garage." Crash down among the vanities of Eileen's dressing table went her lovely head, and she broke into deep and violent sobs.

Linda stood looking at her a second, slowly shaking her head.