“You can’t pass it off like that, Lucette. Were you expecting him here this afternoon? Is that what you mean?” He was still angry and his tone very earnest.
“I didn’t expect you, Monsieur Catechist.”
“And you meant to amuse yourself with him in my absence?”
She turned and made a pretty grimace of dismay and spread out her hands.
“Is it an hour since you said you would never speak to me again? What then does it matter to you? Would you play the dog in the manger?”
“Will you answer my question?”
“Why do you come back at all when all is at an end between us? You said so.”
“Don’t you know why I come back?” The tone was full of feeling; but Lucette merely shrugged her shoulders.
“To see if you had made me miserable, I suppose? You have not;” and she burst again into her song, when Denys caught her by the wrist, and looked intently into her face.
“Do you mean you don’t care, Lucette?”