‘Yes,’ he murmured.
‘You were not her false young man, surely? That one who—’
‘Yes, yes! Say no more about it.’
‘Who ran away from her?’
‘Almost.’
‘Then I can NEVER, NEVER like you again! I didn’t know it was a gentleman—I—I thought—’
‘It wasn’t a gentleman, then.’
‘O, sir, please go away! I can’t bear the sight of ‘ee at this moment! Perhaps I shall get to—to like you as I did; but—’
‘No; I’m d——d if I’ll go away!’ said Pierston, thoroughly irritated. ‘I have been candid with you; you ought to be the same with me!’
‘What do you want me to tell?’