“It's your doing, not mine. The roads are frozen hard; an hour's run into the country will bring your color back.”
“Much you care about that. Go and ride with your wife,” said the girl, and flung away from him.
The last few weeks had filled out her thin figure, but she still bore traces of her illness. Her short hair was curled over her head. She looked curiously boyish, almost sexless.
Because she saw him wince when she mentioned Christine, her ill temper increased. She showed her teeth.
“You get out of here,” she said suddenly. “I didn't ask you to come back. I don't want you.”
“Good Heavens, Grace! You always knew I would have to marry some day.”
“I was sick; I nearly died. I didn't hear any reports of you hanging around the hospital to learn how I was getting along.”
He laughed rather sheepishly.
“I had to be careful. You know that as well as I do. I know half the staff there. Besides, one of—” He hesitated over his wife's name. “A girl I know very well was in the training-school. There would have been the devil to pay if I'd as much as called up.”
“You never told me you were going to get married.”