Her mood was altering:
"You're a brute, Kelly, to make me miserable. I was having such a good time at the Gigolette when I suddenly saw you—your expression—and—I don't even yet know why, but every bit of joy went out of everything for me—"
"I was going out, too," he said, laughing. "Why didn't you remain? Your gay spirits would have returned untroubled after my departure."
There was an ugly sound to his laugh which checked her, left her silent for a moment. Then:
"Did you disapprove of me?" she asked, curiously. "Was that it?"
"No. You can take care of yourself, I fancy."
"I have had to," she said, gravely.
He was silent.
She added with a light laugh not perfectly genuine:
"I suppose I am experiencing with you what all mortals experience when they become entangled with the gods."