“Oh, yes, you did. But play or not play, will you listen to what I have got to say?”
“I don’t wish to listen, Mr. Henderson; nothing that you can have to say to me—”
“Don’t drive me mad, May!” cried the young man, passionately. “You know I love you; that I love you too well, and yet you are always cold to me.”
“I am sorry if—if you care for me—for I can give you nothing in return.”
“Nothing!”
“Mr. Henderson, it is best to speak the truth.”
“Your parents wish it,” interrupted Henderson, eagerly; “your mother sent me to speak to you.”
“I have no mother,” said May, raising her head, proudly; “if you mean my father’s wife, she has no right to interfere with my affairs.”
“And this is all you have to say to me?”