“I suppose I must.”
“Don’t you think you ought to count all of your friends, your well-wishers, those who would defend you with their lives, among your people?” She made no answer. “Aren’t they the kind of people,” he persisted, “you need when you are in trouble?”
“You needn’t remind me I should be grateful to you–––”
“Nan!” he exclaimed.
“For I am,” she continued, unmoved. “But–––”
“It’s a shame to accuse me in that way.”
“You were thinking when you spoke of what happened with Gale on Music Mountain.”
“I wish to God you and I were on Music Mountain again! I never lived or did anything worth living for, till you came to me that day on Music Mountain. It’s true I was thinking of what happened when I spoke––but not to remind you you owed anything to me. You don’t; get that out of your head.”
“I do, though.”