She was not satisfied.
"Like that?" she cried.
"In what manner?" he asked wildly. "In what manner should I take leave of you?"
She took an impatient turn about the room.
"Do you desire to madden me? Am I to tell you all you are to do? It did not use to be so."
"Why will you dwell on the past. You, not I, have made it different."
"You, not I," she retorted bitterly, "find it so different. Would to God ye had told me then it was a mere Maytime's amusement! It might have saved a broken heart!"
He came a desperate step towards her.
"Aspasia!"
She turned swiftly at that.