"What?"
"The girl with the yellow hair."
"Then go ahead and see her. I won't keep you. You don't mind if I go on sleeping? Sit down and be at home."
With this she calmly turned her back again and seemed thoroughly disposed to carry out her word. Red Pierre flushed a little, watching her, and he spoke his anger outright: "You're acting like a sulky kid, Jack, not like a man."
It was a habit of his to forget that she was a woman. Without turning her head she answered: "Do you want to know why?"
"You're like a cat showing your claws. Go on! Tell me what the reason is."
"Because I get tired of you."
In all his life he had never been so scorned. He did not see the covert grin of Wilbur in the background. He blurted: "Tired?"
"Awfully. You don't mind me being frank, do you, Pierre?"
He could only stammer: "Sometimes I wish to God you were a man, Jack!"