"Yes ... friends," said she firmly.
"Now look here, Sophy," he protested, red again. "You surely aren't nursing that grievance still? After all these weeks?"
"What 'grievance' do you allude to, Morris?"
He grew redder and redder.
"Why ... you know," he muttered shamefacedly.
"No, Morris. I don't. I really haven't any 'grievance.' You did a thing that seems to me final. It isn't a grievance ... it's just an end."
"Now, Sophy! If you think my ... my ... a ... my idiocy with that girl...."
"Morris ... don't! But while that is one reason of my feeling as I do ... it isn't the thing I mean."
"Then in God's name ... what is?"
He was standing now, looking excited and angry. He came over in front of her.