She glanced through them; then she shut the book and made as though to rise.
"You won't do it?"
Janet blushed and looked troubled.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Bannister; but I can't sing those words. I—I don't like them."
"I am sorry they are so bad," he answered in an offended tone.
"Oh, of course, so far as power and—and beauty goes, everything in the book is trash compared to them. But I can't sing them."
"I won't press you."
"I know you are angry. Please don't be angry, Mr. Bannister. I can't do what I think wrong, can I?"
"Oh, I have no right to be angry."
"There, you wouldn't say that unless you were angry. People never do."