Margaret did not understand his way of speaking, but just then she looked at herself in an opposite mirror, and pulled down one side of her blond pompadour a bit, which softened her face, and added to its allurement.

The truth was Wilbur Edes, before he met Margaret, had proposed to Alice Mendon.

Alice had never told, and he had not, consequently Margaret did not know.

Had she known it would have made no difference, since she could not imagine any man preferring Alice to herself.

All her jealousy was based upon the facts of her superior height, and ability to carry herself well, where she knew herself under many circumstances about as graceful as an Angora cat walking upon her hind legs.