“How else do you deserve to be treated?” she demanded fiercely.
“What do you mean?” he said.
“You know what I mean,” she retorted. “You know what you did.”
“What I did!” he exclaimed. “What have I done?”
“Why do you act this way, Carty?” she said wearily. “Why do you make matters worse?”
He looked at her in perplexity. “Don’t you believe me,” he said, “when I tell you that I don’t know what you mean?”
“How can I believe you,” she answered, “when I have the proof that you do?”
“The proof?” he echoed. “What proof?”
His blank surprise shook her confidence for an instant. “You know well enough,” she said. “You forgot to put back the violet.”
“The violet?” he repeated. “In Heaven’s name what are you talking about?”