“How’s that? What makes you refuse?”
“I don’t want to.”
He paused and looked down at her. The cold and supercilious look of anger, a little spiteful, came into his face.
“Do you mean because of the rain?” he said.
“No. I hope you don’t mind. But I don’t want to take any more walks. I don’t mean anything by them.”
“Oh, as for that,” he said, taking the words out of her mouth. “Why should you mean anything by them!” He smiled down on her.
She looked him straight in the face.
“But I’d rather not take any more walks, thank you—none at all,” she said, looking him full in the eyes.
“You wouldn’t!” he replied, stiffening.
“Yes. I’m quite sure,” she said.