An impolite smile glimmered at the corners of his mouth.
“Oh, in that case—” He turned to the door.
But she did not have strength enough to let him go. She followed him, distressing now in her abandonment which was not even held together by anger.
“Ted—you know I care—how can you—how can you?”
He turned and appraised her. It was obvious now how much of her charm was in that thrown aside pose of indifference, lazy mockery.
“You told me you were through with me.”
His voice was quite cold, stiff. It brought her to him with a rush, her arms thrown about his neck, cheek against his, hot, panting.
“I didn’t mean it, Ted. Really, I was just about crazy. I won’t talk about that girl—about anything. Let’s just be as we were when you first came in.”
“I didn’t start all this,” he answered sullenly.
She urged him back to his chair, pulled things into some semblance of order.