"I haven't thought of it," she said, concisely.
"Suppose you think about it now," he suggested, jesting still, but not quite at ease concerning her mood.
Suddenly she turned toward him, her face suffused, her eyes troubled.
"Katrine," he cried, "what is the matter? Tell me! Let me help you!"
"I'm jealous," she said, simply.
"Jealous!" he repeated. "Of whom?"
"
You."
She had clasped her hands in front of her, and stood with her chin drawn in, looking at him from under a tangle of dusky hair.
"You poor child," he said, moving toward her.