"You have so arranged it," says she in a low tone, singularly clear. The violence of his agitation had subdued hers, and rendered her comparatively calm.
"You must permit me to contradict you. The arrangement is all your own."
"Was it so great a crime to stay last night at Falling?" "There is no crime anywhere. That you should have made a decision between two men is not a crime."
"No! I acknowledge I made a decision—but——"
"When did you make it?"
"Last evening—and though you——"
"Oh! no excuses," says he with a frown. "Do you think I desire them?"
He hesitates for a minute or so, and now turns to her abruptly. "Are you engaged to him finally?"
"No."
"No!" In accents suggestive of surprise so intense as to almost enlarge into disbelief. "You refused him then?"