Her brow darkened. It was annoying that the man couldn't realize; for
such as she now knew him to be to aspire to her seemed impertinence.
"Basil," she said, "it's all over between us. Don't let your vanity
deceive you. And don't force me to tell you what I think of you. Be
content with knowing what I don't think."
"Be careful!" he cried angrily. "I'm not the man to stand and beg--even
for you."
"That's good," said she pleasantly. "Then--we can part here and now."
She glanced up at the windows of the apartment. "You've got your traps
up there still. Hadn't you better let me send Jimmie to help you pack
them?"
"Thank you," replied he, haughtily. "I'll be obliged if you will."