“Ah!—I am very sorry, I am so sorry.”
“Don’t be!—don’t say so. But what of me?”
“What?” she asked rather startled. He smiled again; he felt the situation, and was a trifle dramatic, though deadly in earnest.
“Well,” said he, “you start me off—then leave me at a loose end. What am I going to do?”
“You are a man,” she replied.
He laughed. “What does that mean?” he said contemptuously.
“You can go on—which way you like,” she answered.
“Oh, well,” he said, “we’ll see.”
“Don’t you think so?” she asked, rather anxious.
“I don’t know—we’ll see,” he replied.