She paused and Bobby, wide-eyed, said:
"He follered you out here to ... try to get you to marry him?"
Jane nodded.
The other girl turned and her eyes sought out Hilton's face, which was contorted with raging humiliation.
"Is that so?" she asked.
"That's a lie!" he snarled, but looked away.
"Is that so?"
Her tone was lowered, but she hissed the question at him. She strained forward, glaring at him, and averting his face he said again:
"It's a lie."
But the assertion was without conviction, without strength.