Her name is Stephanie Gardiner ; she is his cousin from the south and is visiting his mother . And , Freda , I am to dine at the Mandersons ' tonight . I shall meet her . '' `` Do goddesses and ideals and Madonnas eat ? '' said Freda in an awed whisper . Her eyes were certainly laughing now . Roger got up stiffly . `` I must confess I did not expect that you would ridicule my confidence , Freda , '' he said frigidly . `` It is very unlike you . But if you are not interested I will not bore you with any further details . And it is time I was getting back to town anyhow . '' When he had gone Freda ran to the west window and flung it open . She leaned out and waved both hands at him over the spruce hedge . `` Roger , Roger , I was a horrid little beast . Forget it immediately , please . And come out tomorrow and tell me all about her . '' Roger came . He bored Freda terribly with his raptures but she never betrayed it . She was all sympathy -- or , at least , as much sympathy as a woman can be who must listen while the man of men sings another woman 's praises to her . She sent Roger away in perfect good humour with himself and all the world , then she curled herself up in the snuggery , pulled a rug over her head , and cried .
XXXXX came out to Lowlands oftener than ever after that .
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