"I left in the morning for Washington. I've just returned. I'm sorry you didn't understand."
"I did. You had other fish to fry. Did you know I came all the way in from the country to see you? No woman cares to throw herself at the head of a man. Personally I prefer an insult to a slight, Mr. Wray."
"Good Lord! I hope you don't think I could do that. I certainly have never showed you anything but friendship. I've been worried over—over business matters."
"That's a man's excuse. It lacks originality. I'm not accustomed to rebuffs, Mr. Wray. I made the mistake of showing that I liked you. That's always fatal, I thought you were different. I know better now. There's no depth too great for the woman who cheapens herself—I'm glad I learned that in time."
"Don't talk like that. I tell you I've been away," he protested.
"Really! Why didn't you write to me then?"
"Write?"
"Or send me some roses?"
"I'll send you a wagon-load."
"It's too late," she sighed. "It was the thought I wanted."