You’re one of those cowards who only think what it’s profitable for them to think.”
“Well, the proof of the pudding is in the eating. You have come back, and if you don’t mind my saying anything so objectionable you’ve come back prettier than ever.”
“And Walter?”
He could not resist the facetious answer which came to his mind. Charlie smiled.
“Nothing suits you so well as black.”
She stared at him for a moment. Tears filled her eyes and she began to cry. Her beautiful face was distorted with grief. She did not seek to hide it, but lay on her back with her hands along her sides.
“For God’s sake don’t cry like that. I didn’t mean to say anything unkind. It was only a joke. You know how sincerely I feel for you in your bereavement.”
“Oh, hold your stupid tongue.”
“I’d give anything to have Walter back again.”
“He died because of you and me.”
He took her hand, but she snatched it away from him.
“Please go away,” she sobbed. “That’s the only thing you can do for me now. I hate and despise you. Walter was worth ten of you and I was too big a fool to see it. Go away. Go away.”
She saw he was going to speak again and she sprang to her feet and went into her room. He followed her, and as he entered, with instinctive prudence, drew the shutter so that they were almost in darkness.
