She made no comment.
“I don’t suppose,” he said, “that you ever could pardon what I have done.”
“No,” she said, “I never could.”
A brief interval passed, disturbed by the hooting of a siren.
“If you had stopped the cab when I asked you to—” she began.
“If I had,” he said, “neither you nor I could have caught this train.”
“If you had not entered my cab, I should have been here at this moment with my brother,” she said. “Now I am here with you—penniless!”
He looked at her miserably, but she was relentless.
“It is the cold selfishness of the incident that shocks me,” she said; “it is not the blunder that offended me—” She stopped short to give him a chance to defend himself; but he did not. “And now,” she added, “you have reduced me to the necessity of—borrowing money—”
“Only a ticket,” he muttered.