There were tears in her eyes. I attempted to come close to her, to kiss her, but she held me back
"No, dearest," she said, shaking her head. "Move out to-morrow, will you? Let's be done with it."
"And what will Max say?" I asked, sardonically. Will nothing seem strange to him nothing at all?"
"Never mind that."
She never mentioned Max to me now, not even by pronoun
"Then you must know him to be an idiot." Now I hated Max with all my heart.
"Don't," she implored
"Oh, I see. He's dear to you now," I laughed
"Have a heart, Levinsky. Have a heart. Must you keep shedding my blood? Have you no pity at all?"
"But it is all so ridiculous. It will look strange," I argued, seriously.