“Why?”
“It destroys all my ideas of things. Your promise to another––”
“I say he’s broken his promise to me.”
“But your being a woman––”
“Why do you expect more of me because I’m a woman? Haven’t I feelings, rights, as well as you who are a man?” She waited until he looked up. “I ask you again, won’t you come?”
The man arose and walked slowly back and forth across the narrow room. At length he stopped by her chair.
“I cannot.”
In swift motion his companion stood up facing him.
“Don’t you wish to?” she challenged.
The hand of the man dropped in outward motion of deprecation.