“Where is Alice?” he asked.
“Oh, she’s all right. She’s somewhere. Asleep, I think likely. I don’t want to talk about her. I never liked her.”
“Talk about yourself, then. Where are you when Alice is here?”
“Oh, that’s stupid. I’d rather talk about what we’ll do when we are married. Shall we go abroad right off?”
“It will be time enough to talk about that when there’s any prospect of our being married.”
“You would n’t kiss me the other day,” Jenny said, looping the necklace about his throat and bending forward so that her face was close to his.
A feeling of anger so strong that it was almost brutal came over him. He tore the necklace out of her hands and threw it across the room. Then, as on the previous occasion, he caught the girl by the wrists.
“Go away!” he commanded. “Let Alice come back!”
“Oh, you hurt me!” she cried. “I can’t bear to be hurt! Let me go!”