“Yes, it is true.”
“And am free, have been, to do as I liked.”
“Yes, true.”
“And what earthly right has a man to try both rôles with a woman—that of discarded and accepted? You chose the first; and I never gave you the last. It is horrible, this sort of talk. It is abominable. For three years we have not met or spoken. I’ve not had a heartache since I told you. Don’t give me a headache now. And it would make my head ache, to follow these crazy notions. Put us ashore!”
“Not till I know the truth,” said I.
“About what?”
“Well, for instance, about the waistcoat with pink stripes.”
“You are silly.”
“Yes. How do you like my suit?”
“I never saw Mr. Davidson wear that one,” said she.