"And haven't you got it? When did you see me walking out with her, or meeting her here like this?"
"She wouldn't come."
"Wouldn't she?"
Storms laughed as he repeated the audacious insinuation, "Wouldn't she?"
Judith threw off her defiant attitude, and the sharp edge left her speech, which became almost appealing.
"Richard Storms! Was it for my sake?"
"I won't answer you; you don't deserve it, suspicioning a fellow like that."
"I am sorry."
"Yes, after pushing me on to—to anything rather than be nagged, at home and up yonder, about wedding the girl, you come here, when I expected a pleasant meeting, with your scolding and threats. It's enough to drive a man into marrying out of hand."
"No, no, Dick! You wouldn't do that."