So he turned and lifted his hat. "How do you do!"
She did not precisely move toward him, but she did so contrive the pause that it was up to him, if he weren't to be boorish, to stop for a moment and speak with her.
She threw a disarming candor into her first question. "Is there any particular reason," said she, "why we are no longer friends?"
"Friends?"
"Yes. You've been frowning at me for about three weeks and I haven't the least idea how I've offended you."
He did not answer immediately and his expression hardened.
"There, you're doing it now," said she with apparent perplexity. "Why?"
"You know," he spoke doggedly.
"No, I don't."
"Yes you do, too," he answered curtly and roughly. "You do."