Judith pitied him then.
“I am not bound in any way. I haven’t promised, John.”
“No; you haven’t,” he said, touched by the sorrow in her face. “I am sorry to trouble you so; but I had to say it. I came to Bensalem to say it.”
“Are you sorry you came?”
“No; I had to have it out. Perhaps it will make a man of me. Something will have to. A man needs some kind of a fight.”
Judith thought that it was not only his “fight.”
“I am going home; I can’t stay here. I’ll tell Roger I decided not to stay over Sunday. I don’t care what he thinks. We talked till twelve o’clock last night. I know what he thinks. I’ll walk to Dunellen to the train, I’d like to start and walk around the world.”
“John.” Judith’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Don’t feel like that,” he answered, roughly; “it’s bad enough for me to feel for myself without feeling for you. I have always thought you cared.”
“I do care.”