"You're hard, and it's cruel!" she then exclaimed, shaking herself free.
"Hard—cruel?"
"You do it with so little!" And with this, unexpectedly to Nick, Julia burst straight into tears. Before he could stop her she was at the door of the pavilion as if she wished to get immediately away. There, however, he stayed her, bending over her while she sobbed, unspeakably gentle with her.
"So little? It's with everything—with everything I have."
"I've done it, you say? What do you accuse me of doing?" Her tears were already over.
"Of making me yours; of being so precious, Julia, so exactly what a man wants, as it seems to me. I didn't know you could," he went on, smiling down at her. "I didn't—no, I didn't."
"It's what I say—that you've always hated me."
"I'll make it up to you!" he laughed.
She leaned on the doorway with her forehead against the lintel. "You don't even deny it."
"Contradict you now? I'll admit it, though it's rubbish, on purpose to live it down."