"Aren't all women in love fools—anyway for a while?"
She made no answer, and presently he said, his voice lowered:
"Not enough of a woman to know how to love a man. Doesn't even for a moment understand it. It's 'poor Susan.'"
Fury seized her, for she had not guessed where he was leading her, and now saw herself not only shorn of her dignity but shorn of her woman's prerogative of being able to experience a mad and unreasonable passion.
"You're a liar," she burst out before she knew what words were coming.
"Then you think you could?" he asked without the slightest show of surprise at her violence, apparently only curious.
"Don't I?" she cried, ready to proclaim that she would follow David to destruction and death.
"I don't know," he answered. "I've been wondering."
"What business have you got to wonder about me?"
"None—but," he leaned toward her, "you can't stop me doing that, little lady; that's one of the things you can't control."