“Do you know anything about it?”
“Would you marry a man who didn’t?”
“I haven’t married any one—as yet.”
“But you’re going to marry me, I presume.”
“Considering the facts, that’s a good deal in the way of presumption, isn’t it?”
They reached the place to which they came once in every few weeks, where each had the impulse to hurt the other cruelly.
“If it’s so much presumption as all that,” he demanded, “what’s the meaning of that ring?”
“Oh, I don’t have to go on wearing it.” Crossing the room she pulled it off and held it out toward him “Do you want it back?”
He shrank away from her. “Don’t be a fool Barbe. You may go too far.”