"
At this, Gilbert honestly believed that Uncle Henry had lost his reason.
Surely this was the insane delusion of a senile old man; and he said as
much to Pell.
"Senile yourself!" cried Uncle Henry, mad through and through, feeling he
was immune from any attack. "Gol darn you!"
So there was no shutting Uncle Henry up! Gilbert, in despair, turned to
Pell. "You don't believe it! You can't believe it!" he said. "This is
madness--"
Pell said not a word; he seemed to be in deep thought. Suddenly his whole
manner changed, his voice as well, and he faced Gilbert frankly.
"Certainly I don't believe it. My confidence in my wife is implicit."
The metamorphosis was unbelievable. At least Uncle Henry thought so.
"Well, I always heard that husbands was boobs!" he announced,
sarcastically.
Angela at that instant opened her eyes and took her fingers from her ears.
Enough time had elapsed, she thought, for the worst to have happened.
"Has it gone off yet?" she naively asked.
"Has what gone off?" from Pell.
"Why, the gun, of course!" Angela replied.
"Gun?"
She looked at "Red." "He had one, and I thought maybe he'd shoot you, or
maybe you'd shoot Gilbert, or maybe--Aren't you going to shoot him?"
"What for?"
"I thought that was what husbands always did!"
Pell smiled.
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