"You may be different," she replied, covering her eyes with her hand. "You forget what I've been through."
"You forget I am still waiting to hear," he answered politely.
Sonia relapsed into silence for a few moments, but the sight of O'Rane lighting his pipe and settling comfortably into his corner was too much for her.
"I must have food," she exclaimed. "I'll tell you, if you'll give me something to eat."
"You'll tell me unconditionally," O'Rane answered lazily.
A wave of passion swept over her. "You brute!" she gasped, springing to her feet. "You utter brute! I'll never tell you as long as I live!" O'Rane took a second match to his pipe, blew it out and threw it under the seat. "You sit there smoking——"
"I'll stop if you like, and we'll run level. I warn you that I can hold out for four days without food and two or three without drink."
The anger passed as suddenly as it had come, and she dropped back on to the seat.
"I think you probably get fainter if you wear your nerves out," he remarked disinterestedly.