The Family
think I would be if she let me alone, but she comes
here with her magnificence and takes the life out
of all our poor little things. Everybody knows
she’s rich, why does she have to keep rubbing it in?”
“But, Kitty dear, you wouldn’t have her go home and change her coat before coming to see you?”
“Oh, it’s not that, Father, it’s everything! You know we were never jealous of each other at home. I was always proud of her good looks and good taste. It’s not her clothes, it’s a feeling she has inside her. When she comes toward me, I feel hate coming toward me, like a snake’s hate!”
St. Peter wiped his moist forehead. He was suffering with her, as if she had been in physical anguish. “We can’t, dear, we can’t, in this world, let ourselves think of things—of comparisons— like that. We are all too susceptible to ugly suggestions. If Rosamond has a grievance, it’s because you’ve been untactful about Louie.”
“Even if I have, why should she be so revengeful? Does she think nobody else calls him a Jew? Does she think it’s a secret? I don’t mind being called a Gentile.”
“It’s all in the way it’s done, you know, Kitty. And you’ve shown that you were a little bored with all their new things, now haven’t you?”
“I’ve shown that I don’t like the way she overdresses, I suppose. I would never have
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