“How do you know it meant nothing to me?”
“You have shown that by your conduct. You care nothing. I am indifferent to you.”
“No, not indifferent, not at all.”
“What? You can't mean—no, it is absurd!”
“What is absurd?”
“You can't—you don't mean that you really have any feeling for me?”
“I do mean it!”
Bellairs felt very uncomfortable. He scarcely knew what to do or say. He fidgeted on his chair almost like a boy caught in a dishonest act.
“We had really better not talk about it,” he said.