“I'm busy, and——”
“Yes, you must be busy now.”
“And then why—why should we prolong a painful interview, Glory?”
She shot up a look under her eyebrows. His eyes had a harassed expression, but there was a gleam in them that set her heart beating.
“Is it so painful? Is it?”
“Glory, I meant to tell you I could not come again.”
“No! You're not so busy as all that, are you? Surely” (the Manx again, only she seemed to be breathless now)—“surely you're not so ter'ble busy but you can just put a sight on a girl now and again for all?”
He made a gesture with his hand. “It disturbs, it distracts——”
“Oh, is that all? Then,” with a forced laugh, “I'll come to see you instead. Yes, I will, though.”
“No, you mustn't do that, Glory. It would only torment——”