"The hypocrite!" was his mental exclamation.
"Oh! Maxwell, how I have longed to see you," she said "you left me in anger, and I confess I did not behave well to you; but why have you not been here before? did you not know that I was but too anxious to make it up with you?"
"How should I know that?" he quietly asked.
"How! did you not know my love for you?"
"I did not," he said, perfectly unmoved.
"You did not? Oh you ungrateful creature! Is that the return I am to meet with? Is it to say such things that you are here?"
A slight smile played in his eyes for a moment, but his lips were motionless.
"Come," she said, "you have been angry with me—I have been wrong—let us forget and forgive."
He did not touch her proffered hand, but said,—
"If for once in your life you can be frank, be so now."