“Will you please shut that door?” said Mrs. Davis, unprimming her mouth slightly to say it, but speaking with asperity. “I have something important to say, and I can’t say it with that racket in the hall.”
Mr. Meredith shut the door meekly. Then he sat down before Mrs. Davis. He was not wholly aware of her yet. His mind was still wrestling with Ewald’s arguments. Mrs. Davis sensed this detachment and it annoyed her.
“I have come to tell you, Mr. Meredith,” she said aggressively, “that I have decided to adopt Una.”
“To—adopt—Una!” Mr. Meredith gazed at her blankly, not understanding in the least.