“Martin!”
“Well, I was sore at the world,—and sore, I guess, at you. Yes, pretty damn sore. You know, Jan, I didn’t think you treated me quite right, and then I blamed myself an awful lot for the way I treated you.”
“It was too bad,” Jeannette said slowly. “I think maybe we were both wrong. We were very young and inexperienced, Mart.”
“Yes, that’s right. We pulled the wrong way.”
“I’m sorry you took it so badly. I didn’t feel extra good about it myself. I’ve often wished since....”
“Oh, there’s no use going over the old ground now. It’s all over and done with, but I was mighty fond of you, Janny.”
“Don’t, Martin.”
“You bet I was. I took it pretty hard when you left me; I didn’t care what happened to me.”
“I’m sorry. It wasn’t easy for me either. If you’d only come back,—or sent word....”
“You don’t understand, Jan. I was down and out then. I had nothing to offer you. I’d punched Gibbsy’s face and I’d lost my job and I was driving a truck,—that is, when I was working at all.”