"I thought you would resent it," he said, aloud.
"You can give Gilbert my love, when you write to him," said his cousin, provokingly.
"I sha'n't write to him; and, if I did, I wouldn't send him that message."
"You are very obliging."
"If you knew as much of Gilbert Grey as I do, you wouldn't think so much of him."
"Do you know anything very dreadful about him?" asked Bessie, incredulously.
"I know why he has gone to St. Louis."
"Is it to commit murder, or robbery, or for any other dreadful reason?"
"It is to commit robbery!"
"Don't make a fool of yourself, Maurice Walton," said Bessie, sharply.