She did not like this.
“All right, then! Don’t help me! Just go away and leave me to suffer all alone!” she cried. “You’re a heartless—beast! Go away!”
“Just as you please,” said Ross. “Can you drive the car?”
She began to cry, but he paid no attention to this.
“Jimmy,” she resumed, at last, “my Gayle’s coming tonight.”
“Your Gayle?” he repeated “What’s that?”
“He’s the man I love,” she said, simply. And she was honest now, wholly in earnest; the childish artfulness had gone, and she spoke quietly.
“He’s coming tonight,” she went on. “And if anything—goes wrong, he’ll go away, and never come back. And something’s very likely to go wrong, Jimmy.”
“You’ll have to remember that I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Ross.
She did not resent his blunt manner now.