"You can't believe--you can't think that!" "But I do think that!"-- imperiously.

"What else can I think ?" Her long-pent jealousy had broken forth at last, and the words raced from her lips.

"You refused to come when I asked you--offered me Jerry as an escort instead.

Jerry!"-- scornfully--"I'm to be content with my husband's secretary, I suppose, so that my husband himself can dance attendance on Adrienne de Gervais ?" Max stood motionless, his eyes like steel.
"You are being--rather childish," he said at last, with slow deliberation.

His cool, contemptuous tones cut like a whip.
She had been rapidly losing her self-command, and, reading the intense anger beneath his outward calm, she made an effort to pull herself together.
"Childish ?" she retorted.