"No, and you never will. Rotten thing!"
"You are unkind."
"So are you."
"Oh, good job."
"You're absolutely heartless. I don't believe you care a bit about me. I wish to God I'd never met you. I can't think about anything but you. I can't work. What's the good of being in love? It's a fool's game. It's unsettling. It's hopeless. I think I won't see you any more after to-night. I can't stand it."
Jenny had listened to his tirade without interruption; but now as they were passing the Empire, she stopped suddenly, and said in a voice cold and remote:
"Good night. I'm off."
"But we're going to meet Castleton."
"You may be. I'm not."
"What excuse shall I make to him?"