"How can you speak that way about it?"
"Because I think that way, José," she said, looking up at him; but she saw no answering smile in his face, and little colour in it; and she remained unquietly conscious of his gaze.
"I will not talk to you if you begin to look at me like that," she began under her breath; "I don't care for it—"
"Can I help it—remembering—"
"You have nothing to remember except my pardon," she interrupted hotly.
"Your pardon—for showing that I cared for you?"
"My pardon for your losing your head."
"We were absolutely frank with one another—"
"I do not understand that you are the sort of man a girl can not be frank with. We imprudently exchanged a few views on life. You—"
"Many," he said—"and particularly views on marriage."