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                                  Anson nodded.
                                  "Either you break it off – or I will," he said.
                                  "What God damned business is it of yours, Hunter?"
                                  "Don't lose your temper, Gary," said Edna nervously. "It's only
                            a question of showing him how absurd - "
                                  "For  one  thing,  it's  my  name  that's  being  handed  around,"
                            interrupted Anson. "That's all that concerns you, Gary."
                                  "Edna isn't a member of your family."
                                  "She most certainly is!" His anger mounted. "Why – she owes
                            this house and the rings on her fingers to my father's brains. When
                            Uncle Robert married her she didn't have a penny."
                                  They all looked at the rings as if they had a significant bearing
                            on the situation. Edna made a gesture to take them from her hand.
                                  "I guess they're not the only rings in the world," said Sloane.
                                  "Oh, this is absurd," cried Edna. "Anson, will you listen to me?
                            I've found out how the silly story started. It was a maid I discharged
                            who went right to the Chilicheffs - all these Russians pump things out
                            of their servants and then put a false meaning on them." She brought
                            down  her  fist angrily  on the table:  "And after Robert lent them the
                            limousine for a whole month when we were South last winter - "
                                  "Do you see?" demanded Sloane eagerly. "This maid got hold
                            of the wrong end of the thing. She knew that Edna and I were friends,
                            and she carried it to the Chilicheffs. In Russia they assume that if a
                            man and a woman - "
                                  He enlarged the theme to a disquisition upon social relations in
                            the Caucasus.
                                  "If that's the case it better be explained to Uncle Robert," said
                            Anson  dryly,  "so  that  when  the  rumors  do  reach  him  he'll  know
                            they're not true."
                                  Adopting the method he had followed with Edna at luncheon he
                            let them explain it all away. He knew that they were guilty and that
                            presently they would cross the line from explanation into justification
                            and  convict  themselves  more  definitely  than  he  could  ever  do.  By
                            seven  they  had  taken  the  desperate  step  of  telling  him  the  truth  -
                            Robert Hunter's neglect, Edna's empty life, the casual dalliance that
                            had flamed up into passion - but like so many true stories it had the
                            misfortune  of  being  old,  and  its  enfeebled  body  beat  helplessly
                            against the armor of Anson's will. The threat to go to Sloane's father
                            sealed their helplessness, for the latter, a retired cotton broker out of
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