"Please answer me," she insisted, with a little impatient tap of the floor with her foot.
"No," I said bluntly.
"Did you think it would be pleasing to me?"
"Pardon me," I began, "that I did not sufficiently identify you with
Mr. Hearn—"
"What!" she interrupted, blushing hotly, "have I given any reason for not being identified with him?"
"Not at all—not in one sense," I said bitterly. "Of course you are loyalty itself."
She turned away so abruptly as to surprise me a little.
"You had no more right to think it would be pleasing to him than to me," she resumed coldly.
"Miss Warren," I said, after a moment, "don't turn your back on me. I won't quarrel with you, and I promise to do nothing of the kind again;" and I spoke gravely and a little sadly.
"When you speak in that way you disarm me completely," she said, with one of the sudden illuminations of her face that I so loved to see; but I also noted that she had become very pale, and as my eyes met hers I thought I detected the old frightened look that I had seen when I had revealed my feelings too clearly after my illness.