"What have I done?" Cherry faltered.
"Thrown me off like a bad package. You didn't look at me when I came in, you hardly spoke to me. I suppose I deserve it, but that does not generally make things much easier."
"Just now you found fault with me for looking at you."
"Found fault, did I?" said Magnus. "I wonder you dare say such a thing to me."
"Well, remarked upon it, then," Cherry corrected herself.
"A man is pretty apt to remark upon the first gleam of anything like sunlight he has seen for twelve hours."
"Those twelve hours having come off chiefly in the night."
"Stop chopping logic with me! If I get cross there is no telling what I may do. Cherry, why don't you say out all the dreadful things at once, and have them off your mind?"
"But, I thought it was to cure my head you brought me here?"
"You did not think any such thing. You knew I had to have it out with you, some time, and now you will not let me do it. Never even gave me your hand when I came in, but just a little piece of ice."