His tones were not only indifferent; they were contemptuously indifferent.
With a sob, she sank into the chair and buried her face in her arms.
“You're tired! I see it now; you've tired of me. Oh—it's not possible—it's not possible!”
The torrent came at last in a flood of utter abandonment.
Jim turned, looked at her and threw up his hands in temporary surrender.
“Oh, for God's sake!” he muttered, crossing deliberately to her side. He stood and let her sob.
With a quick change of mood, he drew her to her feet, swept her swaying form into his arms, crushed her and covered her lips with kisses.
“How's that?”
She smiled through her tears.
“I feel better——”