“Do you intend to sit in this room all day, Cordt?”
“No, only in the evening. When I have nothing else to do. I love this room.”
She pressed her hands hard together and closed her eyes.
“I hate it,” she said. “All the unkindness that has come between you and me comes from here.”
He said nothing to this, but rose and went to the table for a cigar. Something went through her as he slammed the lid of the box.
“Are you going with me to-morrow?”
He shook his head.
“Do you want to cut off all our acquaintance, Cordt?”
“No,” he said. “I do not. But I don’t care to go out just now.”
“What do you think our friends will say?”