"I do."
His voice changed.
"Has he really beat it away from you, Sally?"
She watched him with a strange, sneering smile. Then she stepped close.
"Lean your ear down to me, Steve."
He obeyed.
"I'll tell you what ought to make you happy. He don't care for me no more than I care for—you, Steve."
He straightened again, wondering.
"And you?"
"I threw myself at him. I dunno why I'm tellin' you, except it's right that you should know. But he don't want me; he's gone on without me."