"I suppose, as I'm another man's wife, I ought to be angry at that remark."
"Aren't you?" he asked eagerly.
She did not reply directly; perhaps some recognition of the coldness with which she regarded him penetrated his understanding, for he added pleadingly:
"Don't say you don't mind because you're absolutely indifferent to me!"
"Why not?"
"Anything but that," he said, while a distressed look crept into his eyes. "But then, if you speak the truth, you couldn't say that after all that has—
"I'm going to speak the truth," she interrupted. "It doesn't interest me to say anything else."
"Well?" he exclaimed anxiously.
"I don't in the least mind what you said. And I'm not in the least offended, because, whatever you might ever say or do, it would never interest me."
He stared at her helplessly for a few moments before saying: