He leaned across the table.
“Angela. Why did you marry me?”
“Because you asked me.”
“No other reason, eh?”
“Isn’t that reason enough?”
His mouth set in a grim smile.
“I thought that when wimmen married men there was usually another reason. To take a man and not to tell him the truth ain’t ’xactly on the level.”
“Don’t begin recriminations,” she retorted.
“I’m not beginning anything,” he growled. “I’m jest telling you we can’t go on like this, 90 living in the same place and acting like strangers. I’m beginning to get wise to this queer shuffle of your family’s——”
She shivered a little as his intense gaze searched her face.