“Am I then,” said Gertrude, “am I so very short that you could not see me?”
“I waited,” returned Bennett. “You didn’t.”
“I did. I waited quite five minutes.”
“I waited half an hour.”
Gertrude took her courage in both hands and said:
“If you had cared for me, you would have seen me.”
“I waited,” mumbled Bennett, obstinately.
They were silent again. Gertrude began to feel uneasy. They had quarrelled before, but always when she had touched on his affection for her his opposition had been broken. She could not take his stubbornness seriously even now. A little maliciously she was thinking:
“After all he is ten years younger than I am.”