"The rest that you have known!" he retorted, with bitterness, with meaning.
"The rest that I have known," she returned, evenly, lightly.
"Young Parmalee, and Rogers, and Seward Van Dam—and God knows how many more!"
She laughed.
"Jealous, eh? That is as it should be, My Fool." She laid her hand lightly on his shoulder. Roughly he took it, casting it from him.
"Damn you!" he cried. "Let me alone!"
She drew up, stiffly, but speaking softly, said,
"So?"
"I—I didn't mean it that way," he apologized.
"I wonder if you ever spoke that way to her—the other…. You didn't," came from her slowly.