He got up. "Pardon me if I don't care to listen to your opinion of me any longer," he said. "It just happens that I've caught you at your tricks today."
"It just happens that you think you've caught me—you've dropped to that conclusion. But—do you know anything?"
"Well—well,——"
"You shall. Please sit down again. And feel that you were justified—that I am really a culprit of some kind—just as you are."
He sat, too astonished to retort—but too curious to take himself away.
"Because I really want to tell you quite a little about myself." There was a glint of real humor in her eyes. "And first of all, I want to tell the real truth, and it'll make you feel a lot better—it'll soothe your vanity."
"You seem to have a rather sudden change in your opinion of me." He tried to be sarcastic. And he leaned back, folding his arms.
"Oh, no. I've always known that you were vain, and hard. But I didn't expect perfection."
"Ah."
"But, first, let me tell you—when I left Tottie's just now, I thought of the river. Suicide—that's what first came to my mind."