Why did he call her Mademoiselle? Why did he not say "Mary"? Oh, she must not think such thoughts. Probably he did not know her name, or if he ever knew it he must have forgotten it long ago. He was behaving so well, and she was behaving so badly.
"I don't know what you must think of me," she murmured.
"Mademoiselle, I should not dare to say so soon what I thought."
"Is your opinion of me as bad as all that?" She was behaving like a coquette. What was happening to her? Mac's fight must have upset her more than she thought.
"You are unkind to me," said Pierre with a shrug.
"Unkind?" she echoed.
"You taunt me with my position...." He broke off and began to play with the dog.
Already a quarrel. How exciting life became when one could quarrel!
"You misunderstand me, Monsieur," Mary said with a dignity that she hoped was a match for his. "I had not the least intention of taunting you. Perhaps you are trying to persuade yourself into thinking that, because you are afraid that you may have led me to suppose that you were more interested in thinking about me than you really were."