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Show 33 2 Juliet'• J'cclfniJ• burt GHb 1Rose ani:> Sfll?er "What do you want me to do, Ramie ? " she asked, gently. "Why, I don't know. Men never know about such things. Just make yourself like her-that's all." "Huh ! " Juliet was scornful now. " I don't know whether I want to look like her or not," she remarked, coldly. "Why not?" he flashed back. "And I don't want to be like her, either. She can't do anything. She can't cook, or swing on the trapeze, or skate, or fish, or row, or swim, or climb a tree, or ride horseback, or walk, or anything." "I could teach ner," mused Romeo, half to himself. "I taught you." "Yes," cried Juliet, swallowing the persis· tent lump in her throat, "and now you've done it, you're ashamed of me!" "I didn't say so," he temporised. "You didn't have to. Don't you suppose I can see?" "Don't get so mad about it. She was laughing at you last night and so was the Doctor. They didn't think it was nice for you to put on your knickers and swing on the trapeze. Ladies don't do that." u You taught me." she reminded him, quickly. "Yes, but I didn't ask you to do it before everybody. You started it yourself. Isabel "ltears, 1ble ltears" would n't look at you, and you remember what the Doctor said, don't you? He told you to cut it out." "That was because he thought it was dangerous." " 'Tis n't dangerous, and he knows it. He knew it wasn't refined and lady-like for you to do that before men." "It was only a doctor," Juliet replied, in a small, thin voice. "They're different from other people. I wouldn't let the Kents see me in my knickers, and you know it." "You would, too, if you wanted to. You're a perfect tomboy. You wouldn't see Isabel doing that." "Probably not," answered Juliet, dryly. "She's no more likely to do that than I would be to go back on the man I 'd promised to marry, just because his hand was hurt." "You'll never have a chance to go back on anybody, so you don't know what you'd do." "Why won't I?" .. Because," answered Romeo, choosing his words carefully, "when a man gets married, he wants to marry a lady, not a tomboy." For some unknown reason, he resented any slur cast at Isabel. "And," replied Juliet, cuttingly, "when a lady gets married, she wants to marry a gentleman." The accent carried insult with it, and Romeo left the house, slamming the 333 a l~trfcct U"ombo'l! |
