Still he was not looking at her. When she spoke, her tone was different.
"You will do as you like," she said quietly.
He lifted himself, and faced her.
"Cynthia!"
"Well?"
"Cynthia, don't think I don't care for you."
She did not answer, but she was very pale, and her lips were proudly set.
"You're angry with me?" he stammered.
"What prevents you—your business? If you're too late for a train, there are hansoms. It would be expensive, I know——"
"'Expensive!'"