nothing teach you, Carnac? Can you not learn how to play the big part?
If you weren't grown up, do you know what I would do? I would slap the
face of an insolent, thoughtless, hopeless boy." Then her temper seemed
to pass. She caught up an apple again and thrust it into his hand. "Go
and eat that, Adam. Perhaps it'll make you wise like the old Adam. He
put his faults upon a woman."

"So do I," said Carnac. "So do I."

"That's what you would do, but you mustn't play that sort of game with a
good woman." She burst out laughing. "For a man you're a precious fool!
I don't think I want to see you again. You don't improve. You're full
of horrid impulses." Her indignation came back. "How dare you put your
arm around me!"

"It was the impulse of my heart. I can say no more; if I could I would.
There's something I should like to tell you, but I mustn't." He put the
apple down.

"About the other woman, I suppose," she said coldly, the hot indignation
gone from her lips.

He looked her steadfastly in the eyes. "If you won't trust me--if you
won't trust me--"

"I've always trusted you," she replied, "but I don't trust you now.
Don't you understand that a good girl hates conduct like yours?"

Suddenly with anger he turned upon her. "Yes, I understand everything,
but you don't understand. Why won't you believe that the reason I won't