"Arlee!"
"Do you think I like being snubbed and ignored and—and—obliterated?" she brought indignantly out. "Do you think I call that—being friends?"
"I—I wanted to leave you free—not to force your friendship——" he stammered wildly.
"You couldn't force mine," said Arlee Beecher.
"But—but there was Falconer," he protested. "You had to be free to—to have a choice——"
"A choice? Do you call that a choice?"
"I thought you were making it. That first night——"
"I stayed up to dance with you," she cried hotly. "You never came back!"
"But the next day——"
"I wanted to go. But I couldn't keep up any more. I had to rest.... And you went with Lady Claire!"