“Let me pass, I would go home,” I said, faint with anger and disgust.
He stepped aside, smiling coldly.
“But first,” I said, pausing, “you spoke of Cora, my friend, my sister, and of him—this must be explained.”
“I have said my say,” was his cold answer.
“Then I will ask him!”
“Of course he will confess all. It is so natural to urge a suit with one lady, while you make her the confidant of your love for another. Really your village beauties know how to deal with men who have learned morality in Paris, and love-making at Vienna.”
“But I will tell Cora of this slander.”
He smiled.
“Is it slander to say that a pretty angel like Cora Clark has captivated a roving young fellow of Irving’s taste?”
“But it is untrue—I will question her.”