“I want to ask Huntington about his health.”
The deviltry had come back into his voice; and just ahead of them she saw the fork of the road.
“There’s a third reason too, I’m afraid,” she answered bitterly.
“What’s that, do you think?”
“You want to punish me!”
“Perhaps––a little.”
“Do you think that’s––”
“Noble? Manly? Kind? Generous?” he broke in.
“Do you really think it’s worth your while to punish me?” she asked with passionate irony.
“Yes.”