“But it doesn’t hurt when I move it. See!”
She lifted the foot, and rested it on the dashboard, bending and twisting it.
“By which you mean to tell me that I am to go back,” he said.
“Please!”
“No!” he answered curtly.
“It wasn’t badly sprained at all,” she persisted. “I was only––” She caught herself, with a shock. “I was only frightened, I think.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“But it’s the truth.”
“Then it was not the truth in the first place.”
There it was now, her best occasion to come out with it. But no; she could not.