He was silent, and she repeated her question, slowly, carefully, and with emphasis.

"Why not to you?
Why should you care ?" "But I do care." "I don't believe it.

You have never shown that you do." "I am showing it now." "Tomorrow you will forget it--forget me for a month." "Carlia!" "You've done it before--many times--you'll do it again." The girl's eyes flashed.

She seemed keyed up to carry through something she had planned to do, something hard.

She arose and stood by the table, facing him.
"I sometimes have thought that you cared for me--but I'm through with that now.