“You wish never to see me again?”
“How cruel you can be!” Then defiantly, “Yes, I do wish it.”
“Very well,” I cried decidedly, as I rose. “Then I will go.” I paused, and she started and gave me a glance in which surprise and pain were blended. I went to the door, and turning, saw she had paled slightly. I waited for her to speak.
“I—I am glad.” The tone was very low, and her lips faltered.
“Yes, I have put up with it long enough. I can bear it no longer.”
A quick questioning, half-indignant light was in her eyes as she rose.
“You can bear it no longer. I am sorry——”
A laugh from me checked the words on her lips.
“I have never been so dirty in my life. I must wash.”
She turned away with a toss of the head.