"Cale, forgive me for my hardness of heart—say you forgive me, for I can't forgive myself; I was—"
He interrupted me, speaking quietly:
"I know what you was; you can't tell me nothin' 'bout thet, Marcia. I ain't laid up nothin' you said to me, nor nothin' you said against nobody; but I ain't fergiven yer fer leavin' me without knowin' of your whereabouts—
"Cale, I had to be alone—"
"I don't care whether you had to be alone or not," he said testily; "you might have let me know where you was goin'. You was n't fit to go alone, nor be alone. My hair 's turned gray thinkin' what might happen. Where was you?" he demanded sternly.
"I was in Iberville."
I led him unresisting into the back room; it was my turn to place some one in the rocking-chair.
"Iberville! How in thunder did you get to Iberville when you did n't go on the train?"
"How did you know I did n't go on the train?"
"The baggage-master told me. How did you go?"