They stood facing each other, like enemies.
“No,” he said, “I don’t see. I thought that if you asked me there, you had been nice to me. I thought you liked me. Now that I see you don’t, I’m sorry.”
“You just call it making a fool of yourself, to be so arrogant and disrespectful?”
“I wasn’t arrogant!” he replied hotly. “Call it arrogance to come and ask a girl to marry you—to offer her all you have?”
“I suppose I should have felt honored,” she said, with a faint smile.
His own face flushed.
“Damned if I see what more you can expect!”
“I expect respect from a man,” she told him.
“Do you think I’d ask you to marry me if I didn’t respect you?”
“The way you did it!” she cried. “It was—”