“Then I’m ashamed of you.”
“You haven’t seen other men tried.”
“It is no honor to you to be thinking of her under existing circumstances.”
“I would run away with her to-night if she would run with me.”
“Then I despise you.”
“You love like a woman, Mystic; I love like a man.”
“I hope that no man will ever dishonor himself or dishonor me with love like that.”
As he stooped to pick up his glove, his breath swept her cheek; she started, almost exclaiming as she drew back, flushed and bewildered. He colored angrily, then laughed an excited, reckless laugh, and gathered the reins which had been hanging loose.
“Dr. Lake,” in a hurried, tremulous voice, “please don’t do that. Oh, why must you? Why can’t you be brave?” Her voice was choking with tears. “I did not think such a thing of you.”
“Of course you didn’t! But I will not do it again—I really will not. I am half mad as I told you. Good night, Mystic.”