He checked himself with an effort.
“Then you won’t tell me?” he said sulkily.
“It—was nothing,” she stammered. “I didn’t——”
“You didn’t accept him,” he finished for her. “That’s evident. Well, we’ll call it square if you’ll say to me, ‘David, I love you, and I’ll marry you as soon as we can straighten out this—what shall we call it?—this previous engagement.’ Will you say that, Barbara? Will you?”
She trembled, shrinking into herself under the fire of his gaze.
“I haven’t told you yet—what you asked.”
“Never mind that. Come, don’t put me off again!”
She looked at him, her eyes clouded with doubt and pain.
“You don’t trust me, Barbara. I see that,” he said bitterly.