“Yes,” he said; “I remember you and I had some talk about it before my operation.”
“Since then circumstances have arisen of which you know nothing—things I did not tell you.”
“Do you think that was wise?”
With a sense that a rapid and resistless current was carrying them both to destruction she saw for the first time that he was as angry as she.
“I do not like your tone,” she said.
“What’s the matter with it?”
“It isn’t polite; it isn’t friendly.”
“Why should it be?”
“Why? What a question! Love—”
“I doubt if it is any longer a question of love between you and me.”