"Why?" she asked with one of her sidelong looks.
Again his eyes flashed on her in angry pain. God! Was the woman trying to madden him?
"A girl must make her own choice," his tongue said primly.
"But you could tell me about them, which is the best man. How do I know?"
This on the face of it seemed like a reasonable request, but his breast still passionately rebelled.
"Well, I won't!" he snapped. "If that's all you want to talk about I'd better go."
"Is Big Jack a good man?" she persisted.
Sam got up.
"No, don't go!" she cried quickly. "I'll be good. I don't know why you always mad at me."
Neither did Sam himself know. He looked at her dumbly with eyes full of pain and confusion. He sat down again.