"I've been told I'm not wanted there."
I was surprised to hear Stephen come out so plump and plain about it,
for I hadn't expected to get at the root of the matter so easily.
Stephen wasn't the confidential kind. But it really seemed to be
a relief to him to talk about it; I never saw a man feeling so sore
about anything. He told me the whole story.
Prissy had written him a letter--he fished it out of his pocket and gave
it to me to read. It was in Prissy's prim, pretty little writing,
sure enough, and it just said that his attentions were "unwelcome,"
and would he be "kind enough to refrain from offering them."
Not much wonder the poor man went to see Lizzie Pye!
"Stephen, I'm surprised at you for thinking that Prissy Strong
wrote that letter," I said.
"It's in her handwriting," he said stubbornly.
"Of course it is. 'The hand is the hand of Esau,
but the voice is the voice of Jacob,'" I said, though I
wasn't sure whether the quotation was exactly appropriate.
"Emmeline composed that letter and made Prissy copy it out.
I know that as well as if I'd seen her do it, and you ought
to have known it, too."
"If I thought that I'd show Emmeline I could get Prissy in spite of her,"
said Stephen savagely.
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