Gammon was nowhere to be seen. This
extraordinary behaviour she attributed to jealousy, and so was not
entirely displeased. But the idea of leaving her in the middle of
the street, as one might say! Did one ever! And just after he'd got
what he wanted.
"All right, old fellow! Wait till you want to see me again, that's
all."
To have his word disbelieved was the one thing fatal to Gammon's
temper. He strode off in a towering rage, determined to hold no more
communication with Miss Sparkes, and blaming himself for having got
into such an ambiguous position towards her. As if he had ever
really cared one snap of the fingers for the red-headed spitfire!
She to tell him to his face that his word was not to be trusted! He
had never stood that yet, from man or woman!
At this rate he would presently have no female friends at all. Mrs.
Clover he had not once seen since the evening at Mrs. Bubb's, and
every day that went by put a greater distance between them. He
understood her unfriendliness; she thought this the best way of
destroying any hopes he might still entertain with reference to
Minnie; yes, that was the only possible explanation of her silence.
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