“Taking the air,” he answered.
“You’re spying on me, you dirty little cad. I thought you was a gentleman.”
“Did you think a gentleman would be likely to take any interest in you?” he murmured.
There was a devil within him which forced him to make matters worse. He wanted to hurt her as much as she was hurting him.
“I suppose I can change my mind if I like. I’m not obliged to come out with you. I tell you I’m going home, and I won’t be followed or spied upon.”
“Have you seen Miller today?”
“That’s no business of yours. In point of fact I haven’t, so you’re wrong again.”
“I saw him this afternoon. He’d just come out of the shop when I went in.”
“Well, what if he did? I can go out with him if I want to, can’t I? I don’t know what you’ve got to say to it.”
“He’s keeping you waiting, isn’t he?”