“Is he in love with you?”
“You’d better ask him,” she said, with a laugh. “I don’t know what it’s got to do with you if he is.”
A bitter answer leaped to his tongue, but he was learning self-restraint.
“I wonder why you say things like that,” was all he permitted himself to say.
She looked at him with those indifferent eyes of hers.
“It looks as if you didn’t set much store on me,” he added.
“Why should I?”
“No reason at all.”
He reached over for his paper.
“You are quick-tempered,” she said, when she saw the gesture. “You do take offence easily.”