She gave no answer, but looked down in sullen anger,
“Well?”
“I won’t be bullied,” she answered.
“Look here, Jenny, we had better understand one another. Why have you been going to my drawer and reading my letters?”
“You’ve got no right to accuse me of that. It’s not true.”
You leave my desk in such disorder when you’ve been to it.”
“Well, I’ve got a right to know. Where were you going, to-day?”
“That is absolutely no business of yours. I’m simply ashamed that you should do such horrible things. Don’t you know that nothing is so disgraceful as to follow anyone in the street, and I’d sooner you stole than read private letters.”
“I’m not going to stand by and let you run after other women, so you needn’t think I am.”
He gave a laugh, partly of scorn, partly of disgust.