She flung back her head and laughed mockingly, as she used to do.
"Do you remember telling me that marriage was the only way out of it? I am half inclined to agree with you now, though I wrote to Jack yesterday to break off our engagement. That is all."
Sonny hummed his baby ditty on the window-seat, without interruption, for a few seconds.
Then the musician laid down his cigarette.
"You—did—that?" he said, drawing a long breath; "what a wonderful creature you are, Joan!"
"Only wonderful?" she said lightly; "are you sure you don't mean heartless?"
"Why did you do it? Do stop laughing," he urged her. Her eyes flashed angrily.
"What do you mean?" she cried; "do you think I am heartless?"
"Surely not," said the musician, looking along his cigarette, and avoiding her direct glance across the breakfast-table.
"Then why do you say I am?"