“Why?”
“I don’t know,” said the girl, with a sigh.
The silence was too strained to last, and finally Gethryn said, “Won’t you sit down?”
She did so silently.
“You see I’m—I’m about to do a little cooking,” he said, looking at the eggs.
The girl spoke again, still very low.
“Won’t you tell me why you are angry?”
“I’m not,” began Gethryn, but he sat down and glanced moodily at the girl.
“For two weeks you have not been to see me.”
“You are mistaken, I have been—” he began, but stopped.