I can't see, myself, why you'd want to bother hunting me up on account of--that." Jean weighed his words, his look, his manner, and got no clue at all to what was going on back of his eyes.

On the surface, he was just a tanned, fairly good-looking young man who has been reluctantly drawn into an unpleasant subject.
"Well, I did consider it worth while bothering to hunt you up," she told him flatly.

"If you don't think it's important, you at least won't object to going back with me ?" Again his glance went to her face, plainly startled.

"Go back with you ?" he repeated.

"What for ?" "Well--" Jean still had some trouble with her breath and to keep her quiet, smooth drawl, "let's make it a woman's reason.