“I’m sick and tired of the whole thing.”
He hesitated a moment, for he had an instinct that he could say something that would move her. It made him feel almost sick to utter the words.
“It is cruel, I have so much to put up with. You don’t know what it is to be a cripple. Of course you don’t like me. I can’t expect you to.”
“Philip, I didn’t mean that,” she answered quickly, with a sudden break of pity in her voice. “You know it’s not true.”
He was beginning to act now, and his voice was husky and low.
“Oh, I’ve felt it,” he said.
She took his hand and looked at him, and her own eyes were filled with tears.
“I promise you it never made any difference to me. I never thought about it after the first day or two.”
He kept a gloomy, tragic silence. He wanted her to think he was overcome with emotion.
“You know I like you awfully, Philip. Only you are so trying sometimes. Let’s make it up.”