“I 'm sure she knows you are,” said he, doggedly.
“Oh, Jack, I hope this is not the way you try people on court-martial?”
“It's the fairest way ever a fellow was tried; and if one does n't feel him guilty he 'd never condemn him.”
“I 'd rather people would feel less, and think a little more, if I was to be 'the accused,'” said she, half pettishly.
“You got that, Master Jack; that round shot was for you,” said he, not without some irritation in his tone.
“Well,” said she, good-humoredly, “I believe we are firing into each other this morning, and I declare I cannot see for what.”
“I 'll tell you, Julia. You grew very cross with me, because I accused you of being a coquette, a charge you 'd have thought pretty lightly of if you had n't known it was deserved.”
“Might there not have been another reason for the crossness, supposing it to have existed?” said she, quietly.
“I 'cannot imagine one; at least, I can't imagine what reason you point at.”
“Simply this,” said she, half carelessly, “that it could have been no part of your duty to have told me so.”