"Yes. I admit it."
The man took a deep breath, as one arousing from reverie.
"Won't you let me give it you again, Bess?" he asked low.
"You won't do it," listlessly. "You could, but you won't. You're too selfish."
"Bess!" The man's hand was upon her arm.
"Don't do that, please," said the girl quietly.
The man's face twitched; but he obeyed.
"You're maddening, Bess," he flamed. "Positively maddening!"
"Perhaps," evenly. "I warned you that if you stayed we'd be ourselves to-day. I merely told you things as they are."
Craig opened his lips to speak; but closed them again in silence. One of his hands, long fingered, white as a woman's, lay in his lap. Against his will now and then a muscle contracted nervously; and of a sudden he thrust the telltale member deep into his trousers pocket.