I
In spite of an air of complete self-assurance, Angelica was very nervous
the next morning. She lingered over her breakfast with a sort of languor
well-known to her mother, for wasn’t that, hadn’t that always been, her
air of desperation and defiance? She saw that Angelica had no idea of
changing her mind, and also that, upon thinking it over, she had
realized to some extent how daring was her project, and was frightened.
Mrs. Kennedy had to put in a day washing for one of the tenants, and was
in a hurry. She stooped over the table to print on a piece of
wrapping-paper the usual note to be pinned on her door: