“He was to tell me if I wished. But I knew it couldn’t be anybody but she, if it were not you, and I went to see her about it.”
“Well?” said Kane, with a kind of expectation in his look and voice that made it hard for Ray to go on.
“Well, I played the fool. I pretended that I thought she had used me badly. I don’t know. I tried to make her think so.”
“Did you succeed?”
“I succeeded in making her very unhappy.”
“That was success—of a kind,” said Kane, and he lay back in his chair looking into the fire, while Ray sat uncomfortably waiting at the other corner of the hearth.
“Did she say why she wouldn’t look at your manuscript a second time?” Kane asked finally.
“Not directly.”
“Did you ask?”
“Hardly!”