"I minded, as I always shall mind. And I knew I was a fool to mind."
"Did you feel like a dog with a tin can tied to its tail? Clifford said you felt like that."
He looked at her. It was cruel of her at that moment: for his pride had suffered bitterly.
"I suppose I did," he said.
She never knew the fierce bitterness with which he resented insult.
There was a long pause.
"And did you miss me?" she asked.
"I was glad you were out of it."
Again there was a pause.
"But did people believe about you and me?" she asked.