“You made me do it. I couldn’t stand your saying I didn’t care. I’m not sorry,” he went on, “he couldn’t love you the way I do.”
“I think perhaps you’re right,” said Aurora coolly. “In the meantime——”
“Won’t you give me an answer?”
“In the meanwhile,” she went on, preening her disordered hair, “[you are supposed to be playing the golf of the New Era]——”
“Aurora——”
“No,” she had taken up his golf bag and was walking away.
“Won’t you answer me?” he pleaded.
“Get your ball out of this quarry,” she said, relentlessly, “and I’ll think about it.”