“To Daisie—to tell her the truth,” his eyes flashing.
“Oh, for pity’s sake!” she cried, seizing his arm, and gently forcing him back into his seat.
He paused, reluctantly saying:
“But I shall not make a scene. I shall tell her quietly, before that wicked woman’s face, how we both have been deceived.”
“You must not!”
“Miss Janowitz!”
Annette’s face became like a rose at his angry exclamation, but she repeated again, low and firmly:
“You must not!”
“I say that I will!” the angry young man exclaimed, endeavoring to go; but he could not break away without rudeness from the white, jeweled hand that grasped his arm.
“Wait! Let us talk it over first!” entreated the girl, and most unwillingly he assented, for he was wild with anger, and eager to remove from Daisie’s mind the false impression that had turned her heart against him.