this race today, for example! I wouldn’t care if he came in last!
[Stopping herself—thinking frightenedly]
Oh, if he should ever guess I said that! . . .
Darrell
[Thinking keenly]
Hello! . . . she said that as if she’d like to see him come last! . . . why? . . .
[Then vindictively]
Well, so would I! . . . it’s time these Gordons took a good licking from life! . . .
Madeline
[Suddenly appears in the door from the cabin, her face flushed with excitement]
They’re off! Mr. Evans is getting something—it’s terribly faint but—Navy and Washington are leading—Gordon’s third!
[She disappears back in the cabin]
Nina
[Looking after her with hatred]
Her Gordon! . . . she is so sure! . . . how I’ve come to detest her pretty face! . . .
Darrell
[Thinking with a sneer]
“Gordon’s third”! . . . you might think there was no one else pulling the shell! . . . what idiots women make of themselves about these Gordons! . . . she’s pretty, that Madeline! . . . she’s got a figure like Nina’s when I first loved her . . . those afternoons . . . age is beginning to
