Mrs. Maxon Protests

Inkpat! She shot out the word in a bitter playfulness, making it serve for the climax of her complaints. Hobart Gaynor repeated the world-if it could be called a word-after his companion in an interrogative tone. Yes, just hopeless inkpat, and there's an end of it! Mrs. Maxon leaned back as far as the unaccommodating angles of the office-chair allowed, looking at her friend and counselor with a faint yet rather mischievous smile on her pretty face. In the solicitor's big, high, bare room she seemed both small and very dainty. Her voice had trembled a little, but she made a brave effort at gayety as she explained her cryptic word.

Genre: Literary Fiction