“No. It was much too terrible to cause mere anger.”
“I did not wish to give you pain.” Her face was still averted from me, and when I did not reply, she turned and looked swiftly at me. “I was angry but I—I did not mean it, Mr. Bergwyn.”
“I am very glad to hear that. Shall we leave it there?”
“You wish to humble me and force me to say that I am ashamed of the words?”
“God forbid I should have such a thought. But you appear so incapable of doing me anything but injustice.”
“I am not; but the position is so impossible.”
“Only if you make it so.”
“I want to believe in you, but—” she threw up her hands and sighed.
“If you would do so, it would make all the difference.”
“I am in such sore trouble that you cannot understand.”