'Why will you not come?'
'I feared my presence would make the journey more tedious to you.'
'And to you?'
'To me it would be a matter of complete indifference.'
She looked at me a moment, then she cried,—
'No, I will not come!'
'Why not?'
'Because you hate me.'
I shrugged my shoulders.
'I should have thought my sentiments were of no consequence.'