His turning made it easier for her. She went on.
"It's only a little thing—a silly little thing. I want you, when you're angry with me, not to show it quite so much."
He had turned again to her suddenly. The look on his face stopped her.
"I'm never angry with you," he said.
"I know you aren't—really. I know. I know. But you make me think you are; and it hurts so terribly."
"I didn't know you minded."
"I don't always mind. But sometimes, when I'm stupid, I simply can't bear it. It makes me feel as if I'd done something. Last night I got it into my head—"
"What did you get into your head? Tell me—"
"I thought I'd made you hate me. I thought you thought I was awful—like poor Ally."
"You?"