She laughed, a laugh that made Inga turn and glance in their direction.
“Look out!” he said hastily.
“I don’t care; let them all hear! Well?”
“Well, kid, I’m sorry—sorry,” he said, shaking his head. “I had no right to do what I did, because——”
“Because you don’t love me,” she said quickly.
“Not in that way,” he said lamely, looking away from her, across the chimneys, to the river with its floating steam clouds.
“Any one else?” she said finally.
He shook his head.
“And what you said’s the truth?”
“The whole truth.”