“Well––well, then,” he stammered; “––what––what sort of procedure–––”
“None.”
“You’re crazy,” he said; “you wouldn’t do that!”
“If I were in love with you I’d not be afraid.”
Her calm candour infuriated him:
“Do you imagine that you and I could ever get away with a situation like that!” he blazed out.
“Why do you become so irritable and excited, Jim? We’re not going to try–––”
“Damnation! I should think not!” he retorted, so violently that her mouth quivered. But she kept her 115 head averted until the swift emotion was under control.
Then she said in a low voice: “If you really think me immoral, Jim, I can understand your manner toward me. Otherwise–––”
“Palla, dear! Forgive me! I’m just worried sick–––”