“Marry? He wants—you—you—”
“He loves me. He has asked me to marry him.”
She turned away, and went to the door and opened it.
“Beryl, come here!”
“Why?”
“Beryl!”
“But what is the good? You refuse to tell me anything, I tell you everything. Now you understand why I feel angry at these horrible accusations.”
“You don’t mean to tell me you have ever dreamed of marrying such a man!”
“Don’t abuse him! I don’t wish to hear him abused. I hate it. I won’t have it.”
“But—Beryl! But only a few days ago you as good as told me you cared for Alick Craven. You—you gave me to understand that you liked him very much, that you—”