it, grew frightened at it. That was what was in his heart, in his eyes, ringing in his voice. And suddenly she knew too … that she would be glad …
She drew back from him slowly, her hands rising before her, tight clasped at her breast.
"Long ago you understood how to make me hate you," she told him quickly. "Now do you wish me to despise you, too?"
"You won't. No true woman despises a man just because he loves her."
"Have things gone so badly lately," said Beatrice, aiming to hurt, to extract payment for all that he had made her experience, "that you seek to marry money, Mr. Steele?"
"Miss Corliss," he cried out, "you shouldn't say that … you can't mean a thing like that. …"
And then suddenly, all without warning here was the same joyous Bill Steele she knew, his laughter booming out most disconcertingly at her. "You're just trying to make me mad, are you, Trixie girl! Look out if you do! Do you know," and he took a quick step toward her, "one of these fine days I think I'll just pick you up and run away with you and make you love me!"
And now, that she did not expect it, his arms were thrown about her, she was drawn close to him, he had lifted her face with a big hand under her chin and had kissed her.
"Brute!" she cried pantingly. "Brute!"
He let her go, his arms relaxing slowly, dropping to his sides.
