“Did he not say anything you could understand?”
“No—” said Judith, thinking that his message to her, her own private message, was the hardest of all to understand.
“You were very rude.”
“How was it rude?” Judith questioned, surprised.
“He was speaking to you, and you refused to listen.”
“I was listening to someone else,” said Judith, troubled.
“That was more rude still. That was premeditated rudeness.”
“I hope he did not notice it.”
“You may trust him for that.”
“But I cannot tell him I am sorry; it would choke me to death.”