He came upon them, first on the
terrace, then in the entrance, and later on was stared at with
evident curiosity by white flanneled and duck-skirted persons in the
lofty halls. He wished that he was back at Blitherwood where
simplicity was not so infernally common.
He made the mistake of his life when he gave to his wife the details
of this second conference with the Cabinet. He did it in the hope
that a sympathetic response would be forthcoming. To his surprise,
she merely pitied him, but in such a disgustingly personal way that
he wondered if he could ever forgive her.
"Can't you appreciate what I am doing for Maud?" he argued, almost
tearfully.
"I can appreciate what you are doing _to_ her," said she, and swept
out of the room.
"It's bad enough to have one stubborn woman in the family," said he
to himself, glaring at the closed door--which had been slammed, by
the way,--"but two of 'em--Good Lord!"
And so it was that Mr. Blithers, feeling in need of cheer, arranged a
little dinner for that evening, at the Inn of the Stars.
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