He came here and asked for me." "And I suppose," said Eileen, an ugly red beginning to rush into her white cheeks, "that you took pains to make things uncomfortable for me." "I am very much afraid," said Linda, "that you are right.

You have made things uncomfortable for me ever since I can remember, for I can't remember the time when you were not finding fault with me, putting me in the wrong and getting me criticized and punished if you possibly could.
It was a fair understanding that you should be here, and you were not, and I was seeing red about it; and just as John came in I found your note in the living room and read it aloud.' "Oh, well, there was nothing in that," said Eileen in a relieved tone.
"Nothing in the wording of it, no," said Linda, "but there was everything in the intention back of it.

Because you did not live up to your tacit agreement, and because I had been on high tension for two or three days, I lost my temper completely.

I brought John Gilman up here and showed him the suite of rooms in which you have done for yourself, for four years.

I gave him rather a thorough inventory of your dressing table and drawers, and then I opened the closet door and called his attention to the number and the quality of the garments hanging there.
The box underneath them I thought was a shoe box, but it didn't prove to be exactly that; and for that I want to tell you, as I have already told John, I am sorry.