"So you can't even be trusted an hour or two, it seems," I said contemptuously, throwing myself into a chair opposite her.
Suzee began to sob. Tears were her invariable refuge under all circumstances.
"Treevor, you were so long. I was all alone, and I was sure you were with another woman."
"If you would learn to believe what I say and not fancy every one tells lies, as I suppose you do," I answered hotly, "it would be a great deal better for you. I went to dine with a bachelor friend this evening, as I told you, and what made me later than I otherwise should have been was that I stopped to buy a present for you on my way back."
Suzee's tears dried instantly.
"A present! Oh, what is it, Treevor?" she said eagerly. "Do show it me. Where is it?"
I drew the case out of my pocket and opened it. The electric light flashed on the opals, and they blazed with orange and tawny fires on the white velvet.
Suzee gave a little cry of wonder and delight, and then sat staring at them breathlessly.
"I don't feel at all inclined to give them to you now," I remarked coldly.
"Oh, yes, Treevor, do let me have them. It was all the man's fault.
I did not want him. I could not help it."