“I am sorry,” she said briefly. “It seemed to me out of the question.”
“Even when we were introduced?” he urged.
“It was before that that you had refused to recognize me.”
“When was that?”
“At the table, the first time you reappeared here,” she said vindictively. “I did my best to speak to you then; but you tried to give me the impression that you had never seen me before.”
Barth bowed in assent.
“I never had. You forget that my glasses were lost. You should be generous to a near-sighted man, Miss Howard, as you once were kind to a cripple. You might have given me another chance, when we were introduced.”
“There was nothing to show you cared for it,” Nancy returned curtly.
“And, even at Sainte Anne, you might have told me you were coming to Quebec,” he went on. “You knew I was coming here; you might have given me the opportunity to call and thank you.”
Impatiently Nancy clasped her hands and unclasped them.