A slight flush stole into her cheeks; but it went as it came. She rose, crossed to where he sat and stood looking down at him.
"What is the matter?"
"With me?" in crude pretence of surprise.
"Of course. I am happy enough. What troubles you?"
"Absolutely nothing."
"Then—what troubles us?" she persisted. "What has gone wrong between us, Kelly, dear? Because we mustn't let it, you know," she added, slowly, shaking her head.
"Has anything gone wrong with us?" he asked, sullenly.
"Evidently. I don't know what it is. I'm keeping my composure and controlling my temper until I find out. You know what that dreadful temper of mine can be?" She added, smiling: "Well, then, please beware of it unless you are ready to talk sensibly. Are you?"
"What is it you wish me to say?"
"How perfectly horrid you can be!" she exclaimed, "I never knew you could be like this? Do you want a girl to go on her knees to you? I care enough for our friendship to do it—but I won't!"