"It's none of your affair, and I'll not tell you.

Why should you ask?
You don't care." "But I do care, I tell you," he returned, irritably, almost roughly.
"When did you?
You can tell me that, at least." His eyes had a hard, cold look for the moment, dying away, though, into kindly inquiry.
"Oh, not long ago.

About a week," Aileen answered, as though she were compelled.
"How long have you known him ?" he asked, curiously.
"Oh, four or five months, now.

I met him last winter." "And did you do this deliberately--because you were in love with him, or because you wanted to hurt me ?" He could not believe from past scenes between them that she had ceased to love him.
Aileen stirred irritably.

"I like that," she flared.