"You needn't. Do you hear? You needn't," she said passionately. He looked at her surprised. She went on:
"Everyone's forgotten me and doesn't care one bit what becomes of me. You're the worst of all."
"I?"
"You. They're honest and stay away. You, in your heart, don't wish to trouble to say good-bye, but you haven't the pluck to act up to your wishes. I hate you!"
"But, Mavis—"
"Don't call me that. You haven't the courage of your convictions. I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I wish I'd never seen you. Be honest and go away and leave me."
"No!" cried Windebank, as he seized her arm.
"That's right! Strike me!" cried Mavis, reckless of what she said.
"I'm going to be honest at last and tell you something," he declared.
"More insults!"