“Then you didn’t mean it when you said you were sorry?” he demanded shortly.
“I wanted you to go with me, that’s all.”
“And you took that way to make me. Was that it?”
Molly picked up her pen and made a few marks with it.
“I’m not interested in Miss Grandoken,” she replied.
“So I notice,” retorted Theodore, provokingly.
She turned around upon him with angry, sparkling eyes.
“I think you’ve a lot of nerve to bring her into your home.”
She hazarded this without thought of consequences.
“What do you mean?” he asked presently, searching her face with an analytical gaze.