"You have," she replied, promptly emphasising the pronoun.
"Ah!" His pride was wounded by the implied indifference. "Then you knew it would come to this?"
"Of course, because I did not choose that it should end otherwise. If I had chosen, you would still have been----" She glanced smilingly at her slim feet, then handled the teapot with ostentatious liveliness. "You can have some cold tea, if you like."
As Askew had intended to drop her, the idea that she was dropping him--and very readily, too--was wounding to his vanity. "You never loved me," he declared.
"Did I ever say that I did?"
"Well, no; all the same----"
She clasped her hands over her knee, and smiled indulgently at his mortified face. "All the same, you are unwise to explain, so we will change the subject, Mr. Askew."
"Ah! Not even Harry?"
"Not even Leah," she mocked. "Still, you can call me Lady Jim."
"Till you change the name."