"David Patch! But—why?"
"Why, don't you see? 'T wouldn't be very easy to see you married to another man, would it?—an' lovin' you all the time hisself, an'—"
"LOVING ME!"
"That's what I said." Susan's lips came sharply together and her keen eyes swept the girl's face.
"But, I—I think you must be mistaken—again," faltered the girl, growing rosy.
"I ain't. I've always suspicioned it, an' now I know it."
"But, he—he's acted as if he didn't care for me at all—as if he hated me."
"That's because he cared so much."
"Nonsense, Susan!"
"'T ain't nonsense. It's sense. As I told you, I've always suspicioned it, an' last Saturday, when I heard him talk, I knew. He as good as owned it up, anyhow."