"He's taking me to Miss Aries' Bible meeting," Amy answered coldly.
"What a baby you are about people, Martin. I should have thought all
your living abroad so much would have made you understanding. But
you're like the rest. You must have every one cut to the same
pattern."
Martin looked up for a moment as though he would answer angrily;
then he controlled himself and said, laughing: "I suppose I have my
prejudices like every one else. I daresay Thurston's a very good
sort of fellow, but we don't like one another, and there's an end of
it, Everybody can't like everybody, Amy--why, even you don't like
every one."
"No, I don't," she answered shortly.
She looked for an instant at her mother. Martin caught the glance
that passed between them, and suddenly the discomfort of which he
had been aware as he stood, half an hour before, in the street,
returned to him with redoubled force. What was the matter with
everybody? What had he done?
"Well, I'll go and change," he said.
"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes, dear," said his mother.
"I'll be in time all right," he said.
At the door he almost ran into Mr.
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