That pet name hurt her more than his eager grasp. It was Marty's own word—Marty, who—who—
She threw up her head and stamped her foot, and slammed the door of her thoughts. "Who cares?" she said to herself, challenging life and fate. "Come on. Make things move."
She saw Palgrave standing alone in the library looking at the sea. "You might be Canute," she said lightly.
His face was curiously white. "I'm off in the morning," he said. "We may as well say good-by now."
"Good-by, then," she answered.
"I can't stay in this cursed place and let you play the fool with me."
"Why should you?"
"There'll be Hosack and the others as well as your new pet."
"That's true."
He caught her suddenly by the arms. "Damn you," he said. "I wish to God I'd never seen you."