Miss Sally coloured . `` I did n't mean to tell you his name , '' she said , getting up . `` It was a slip of the tongue . Never mind -- forget it and him . He was not worthy of remembrance -- and yet I do remember him . I ca n't forget him -- and I hate him all the more for it -- for having entered so deeply into my life that I could not cast him out when I knew him unworthy . It is humiliating . There -- let us lock up Eden and go home . I suppose you are dying to see Joyce and tell her your precious plot has succeeded . '' Willard did not appear to be at all impatient . He had relapsed into a brown study , during which he let Miss Sally lock up the house . Then he walked silently home with her . Miss Sally was silent too . Perhaps she was repenting her confidence -- or perhaps she was thinking of her false lover . There was a pathetic droop to her lips , and her black eyes were sad and dreamy . `` Miss Sally , '' said Willard at last , as they neared her house , `` had Stephen Merritt any sisters ? '' Miss Sally threw him a puzzled glance . `` He had one -- Jean Merritt -- whom I disliked and who disliked me , '' she said crisply . `` I do n't want to talk of her -- she was the only woman I ever hated . I never met any of the other members of his family -- his home was in a distant part of the state . ''
Willard stayed with Joyce so brief a time that Miss Sally viewed his departure XXXXX suspicion .
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