"That's what I said—just now this afternoon, when I came back to the house before dinner, as you say." Suddenly he seized both her hands, drawing her to him and holding her in front of him. "Harry, don't you see that you are putting me in a false position—wronging me? You are acting as though you did not trust me!"
She drew away her hands. "I do trust you, Don; at least I have no reason to distrust you. I only say we must ask Father."
"They're in your little safe?"
She nodded. "Yes."
"And you'll not give them to me?"
"No."
He stared angrily; then he shrugged and laughed and went back to his desk and began gathering up his scattered papers. She stood indecisively watching him. Suddenly he looked up, and she saw that he had quite conquered his irritation, or at least had concealed it; his concern now seemed to be only over his relations with herself.
"We've not quarreled, Harry?" he asked.
"Quarreled? Not at all, Don," she replied.
She moved toward the door; he followed and let her out, and she went back to her own rooms.