She hesitated. 'Well, Will, I suppose so.'
'You suppose so! You can say it thus coolly, and call me by the name you used to speak so tenderly once, and not so long ago either. O Eliza!' His voice fairly broke down, and he covered his face with his hand.
She stood by, her cheeks a deep crimson, her eyes cast down, beating her palm with a flower she held, a rare hot-house flower. Hogan knew well who had given it to her.
'And will he marry you?' he asked.
She ceased the restless movement and looked up quickly.
'Will he marry me?' she repeated indignantly. 'Will I marry him? Ask that, rather. He thinks the compliment's there.'
'He is so much above you, Eliza. Take care you are not making your own misery. I speak now only as a friend, one interested in your welfare. Oh, take care; I warn you before it is too late!'
She stamped her foot on the ground in sudden anger, and her eyes flashed.
'I am sick of these warnings!' she exclaimed. 'I'm not bound to stand here and listen to them from you; and what's more, I won't either!' She darted past him and sped swiftly along the path.
'Good-bye, then, Eliza,' called he after her. 'And may you never feel the sorrow and desolation that I do this evening.'