“I’ll speak to whom I please.”
“Have you been meeting Morrison?”
“Why shouldn’t I?”
Elsie felt a curious pleasure and relief in thus mocking at the furious jealousy that was evident in her husband’s face and manner.
“Answer my question.”
She remained silent.
“Are you and that fellow in love?”
“I’ve answered that before. I told you months ago, when you first started to insult me, that he was nothing to me.”
“That wasn’t true then—and it isn’t now. Morrison’s in love with you, damn him, and you’re in love with him!”
“Am I?”