Jennie smiled faintly.
"Yes."
He rose awkwardly and started to the door. Jennie placed her hand on his wounded arm with a gesture of pathetic protest.
"Dick!"
"I can't help it, I must go—"
"Not like this!"
"I can't smile and lie to you. It means too much. I hate that man. He's a scoundrel, if God ever made one—"
Jennie's hand slipped from his arm.
"That will do now—not another word—"
"I beg your pardon, Jennie," he stammered. "I didn't think what I was saying, honey. It just popped out because it was inside. You'll forgive me?"