Under all this and more she sat with an odd, still look from which one would almost have said she enjoyed having him abuse her.
And so they both emptied themselves of angry speech, and the inevitable moment of reaction followed. Both Linda and Jack began to feel that they had said too much.
"I'm sorry," she said humbly. "It's true, I was only jealous of her, because you seemed so glad to see her."
"If it's any good to you to hear it," said Jack sheepishly, "she's nothing to me—that way." Even as he said it his heart accused him.
"Besides," said Linda irrelevantly, "she's mad about you."
"That's nonsense!" said Jack. Nevertheless he quickly turned to pick up his axe in order to hide the telltale red that crept into his face.
"It's all right now, isn't it?" said Linda coaxingly. "Come and kiss me."
He obediently went, and, stooping, kissed her upturned lips. But for both of them the delicious sweetness had flown. Jack could not forget how ugly her face had looked in a passion, and Linda remembered how he had worked for Mary.
"You didn't do it like that last night," she said, pouting.
"I felt differently last night," said Jack doggedly. "How can I get up any enthusiasm when you make me do it?"