"Yes.... I didn't mean to speak the way I did. Won't you give me a dance or two?"
"No. I had no idea how horrid you could be.... I was told you were.... Now I can believe it. Take me to Kathleen; do you hear me?"
After a step or two he said, not looking at her:
"I'm really sorry, Geraldine. I'm not a brute. Something about that fellow Dysart upset me."
"Please don't talk about it any more."
"No.... Only I am glad to see you again, and I do care for your regard."
"Then earn it," she said unevenly, as her anger subsided. "I don't know very much about men in the world, but I know enough to understand when they're offensive."
"Was I?"
"Yes.... Because you carried me away with a high hand, you thought it the easiest way to take with me on every occasion.... Duane, do you know, in some ways, we are somewhat alike? And that is why we used to fight so."
"I believe we are," he said slowly. "But—I was never able to keep away from you."