"Do you think that I meant that——? That I am expecting anything for myself?"
"No," unsteadily, her slender body trembling as if from cold, "but what did you mean?"
"I told you. Dalton's got to come back to you and beg—on his knees—and he will come when he thinks you are mine——"
"I don't want him to come. And when you talk like that it makes me feel—smirched——"
Dead silence. Then, "It was a gentleman's lie——"
"Gentlemen do not lie. Go to him this minute, Randy, and tell him that it isn't true."
"Give me three days, Becky. If in that time he doesn't try to see you or call you up, I'll go—— But give me three days."
She wavered. "What good will it do?"
He caught up her cold little hands in his. "You
will have a chance to get back at him. And when you stick in the knife, you can turn it—until it hurts."