He was ambitious, and again and
again he urged that he would be more useful for the purpose in her
mind if he were elected first.
That issue came to a climax the day she had seen her mother and
learned the terms on which she might return home. She was alarmed
by his noisy anger at the situation.
"Do sit down, Louis, and be quiet," she said. "You have known their
attitude all along, haven't you?"
"I'll show them," he said, thickly. "Damned snobs!" He glanced at
her then uneasily, and her expression put him on his guard. "I
didn't mean that, little girl. Honestly I didn't. I don't care for
myself. It's you."
"You must understand that they think they are acting for my good.
And I am not sure," she added, her clear eyes on him, "that they are
not right. You frighten me sometimes, Louis."
But a little later he broke out again. If he wasn't good enough to
enter their house, he'd show them something. The election would
show them something. They couldn't refuse to receive the mayor of
the city. She saw then that he was bent on remaining with Doyle
until after the election.
Lily sat back, listening and thinking. Sometimes she thought that
he did not love her at all.
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