"Well?" she said, coldly. "What is it you want of me?"
"I want you to hear Mr. Pearson's side of this business--and
mine--before you do anything you'll be sorry for."
"I think I've heard quite enough of Mr. Pearson already. Nothing he can
say or do will make me more sorry than I am, or humiliate me more than
the fact that I have treated him as a friend."
The icy contempt in her tone was cutting. Pearson's face was white, but
he spoke clearly and with deliberation.
"Miss Warren," he said, "I must insist that you listen for another
moment. I owe you an apology for--"
"Apology!" broke in Stephen, with a scornful laugh. "Apology! Well, by
gad! Just hear that, Caro!"
The girl's lip curled. "I do not wish to hear your apology," she said.
"But I wish you to hear it. Not for my attitude in the Trolley
matter, nor for what I published in the Planet. Nor for my part in the
disagreement with your father. I wrote the truth and nothing more. I
considered it right then--I told your father so--and I have not changed
my mind. I should act exactly the same under similar circumstances."
"You blackguard!" shouted Stephen. Pearson ignored him utterly.
"I do owe you an apology," he continued, "for coming here, as I have
done, knowing that you were ignorant of the affair.
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