The girl had water in her eyes, too.
"I am very sorry, Victor," she was saying, "but I cannot, and will not. I can't see why you should care."
"But I do care. You know that I have always hated it. And Tommy told me himself that she let him go with the express purpose of making up with you. It is your duty to go back."
She drew away from him.
"I cannot."
"You mean you will not."
"Exactly; I will not."
Yellow Dog did not understand all of this dialogue, but he knew his master's face as well as his voice, and because he liked the Girl Who Had Sometimes Just Come from a Cat, he would have liked to advise her to lay down her arms at once. "No good opposing him when his eyes are like that," he said to himself; "if it was me, I'd just sit up and beg and make him laugh."
But Brigit would not condescend to sit up and beg.
"There's no use in discussing it," she said very coldly, "for I will not go back."