He flared up. 'If ye hadna left me I wud never ha'e met her. If ye had wrote me a dacent letter——'
'Whisht, man!' she said in momentary pity. 'Ye're talkin' like a wean.'
'I canna help it. I'm that fond o' ye. An' it's no as if I had done a black crime. It was a pure accident——'
'Jist like a penny novel,' she interrupted merciless again. 'Weel, I'm sure ye're welcome to ha'e as mony girls as ye like—only, ye'll ha'e to leave me oot. That's a'!' She took out her purse and from it something small which, stepping forward, she laid on the counter near him. Her engagement ring!
After a moment of strained silence—'Christina!' he gasped;
'Christina! ye canna mean it serious!'
'Good-bye,' she said stiffly, stepping back.
'But—but ye ha'ena heard ma story. It's no fair——'
'Oh,' she cried harshly, 'dinna keep on at that tune!'
All at once he drew himself up. 'Noo I see what ye mean,' he said in an almost even voice. 'Ye had made up yer mind to be quit o' me. Still, it wud ha'e been honester to say ye was fed up to ma face. Weel, I'm no blamin' ye, an' I canna force ye to listen to ma story, no that it wud be worth ma while noo to shame masel' wi' the tellin'. I'll no even ask ye hoo ye cam' to hear aboot Maggie. Maggie's jist an or'nar' girl, an' I'm jist an or'nar' chap that done a stupid thing because he couldna think what else to dae. Weel, ye'll sune forget me, an' maybe I'll sune forget you—wi' the help o' a bullet——'
'Oh, dinna!' she whispered.