"Does it? How strange!" She said it coldly, and slowly she took her eyes from him. They were silent for a while.
"Then my fate is settled--irrevocably?" he asked at length.
"Yes, irrevocably."
"I wish," he complained, "that I understood."
"I wish you did," she replied.
"Can't you tell me?"
"Don't force me to."
"Very well," he said, drawing himself up. "I beg your pardon." These words, however, meant that the apology should have been hers.
As they drove home, her mother said to her:
"What were you and John Eades talking about back there in that corner?"