"Judge Massingale? Say it!"
"Yes!"
"Why?"
"You know very well!"
"I don't!"
"He means no good!" said Snyder obstinately. "Besides, he hasn't the right. And you care!"
"The idea!" said Doré, flushing hotly under an accusation which she knew had point. "I suppose you think I've been out with him? That that's the sort of girl I am? Thank you for your confidence! And may I ask why you take it on yourself to regulate my conduct? Have I ever asked you any questions? Do I know anything about you?" She stopped abruptly at the pain that flashed into Snyder's face, and, being sensitive to such things, added quickly: "You've hurt me very much, Snyder, by your attitude—very much! I didn't expect it of you!"
"I'll tell you—when you want. Yes; guess I have been sailing under false colors!" said Snyder, in a blundering voice. "No, you ain't asked questions. But it isn't 'cause I want to judge you, honey!... Lord, why should I judge? I'd stick to you, no matter what you were. That's not it—only—"
"Only—what?"
"Only, pet, you don't know what's facts!" said Snyder, looking at her directly, "facts and consequences!"