"Your hat is over on that chair." she said presently in a strident voice. "Will you go?"
He crossed the room quietly—no want of composure—and picked it up.
"Would you rather I didn't come and see you again?" he asked, brushing the hat casually with his sleeve.
"I never want to see you again!" she exclaimed.
He smiled amiably. "Don't you think you're rather foolish?"
"Foolish!"
"Yes—the unmarried man who keeps a woman is bound to leave her some time or other—that's not half as likely to be the case with—"
"What do you mean?" She was white to the lips.
He looked puzzled. "I'm afraid I can't understand you," he said.
She tried to answer him, but the words mingled in a stammering of confusion before she could utter them.