“You did,” repeated Sid slowly, in an anguish of jealousy.
“You must remember, Sid,” she answered mockingly, “what a serious affair it was between us—quite a Judgment-Day affair. Those old memories die hard, as you, of all people, should know.”
“I only know that you—kissed—Jack—Meriden,” repeated Sid, rising to his feet; “and that I am going.”
He strode savagely across the lawn, making as if to leave the garden. Rosamund let him go some distance, and then called him back.
“Why should I come back?” he asked, sulkily.
“I want to tell you something,” she said in a caressing voice.
He came back to her side, and stood there.
“Well, what is it?” he asked stiffly.
“You must sit down. I can’t tell you that way.”
Sid sat down, with non-committal aloofness. She put her arm around his rigid shoulders, and whispered.