"Shamelessly?"
"You've insulted me. I'll never forgive you. Don't you think a woman can tell? There are other ways of judging a man. I've interested you, yes, because you've never known any real woman before," contemptuously. "I suppose you're interested still. You ought to be. But you can never care for any woman until you forget to be interested in yourself. For you the sun rises and sets in Jeff Wray, and you want other people to think so, too."
"I'm sorry you think so badly of me."
"Oh, no, I don't think badly of you. From the present moment I sha'n't think of you at all. I—I dislike you—intensely. I want to be alone. Will you please go?"
Wray gave her his blandest stare, and then shrugged his shoulders and turned toward the door.
"You're willing to have me go like this?"
"Yes."
"I'm going West to-morrow."
"It makes no difference to me where you are going."
"Won't you forgive me?"