“Things! What things?”
“I fancy you know.”
“I don’t know what you mean,” she answered uneasily. “What sort of things?”
“The last sort of things in the world I want to hear.”
She looked away making no answer and he said:
“I’ve heard that Rion Gracey is in love with you.”
“Oh, is that it?” she commented in a low voice.
Her manner irritated him. She did not seem to realize the seriousness of the charge.
“Yes—that’s it,” he replied, continuing to regard her with a look of pugnacious ill-humor.
She again made no reply and he persisted angrily: