“Why—not?” he asked presently, with an odd sense of trouble. There was more here than Mescal's habitual shyness.
“Because he'll be terribly angry.”
“Angry—I don't understand. Why angry?”
The girl did not answer, and looked so forlorn that Hare attempted to take her in his arms. She resisted and broke from him.
“You must never—never do that again.”
Hare drew back sharply.
“Why not? What's wrong? You must tell me, Mescal.”
“I remembered.” She hung her head.
“Remembered—what?”
“I am pledged to marry Father Naab's eldest son.”