He flushed quickly.
"I was a brute," he admitted.
"And you hurt me so, I cried all night."
"Not because you cared?" he asked breathlessly.
"Of course not—because I didn't care a—a rap. I cried for the fun of it."
He was sufficiently abashed.
"If I had known—" he began, and stopped.
"You might have known!" she flashed out.
He was at a disadvantage, which he admitted by a blank regard.
"But things were desperate then, and—"