"I am not angry--I am only sorry." "But I am glad that I would not answer your question," returned Zorzi.
"I doubt whether you had any answer to give," retorted Marietta with a touch of scorn.
Zorzi's brows contracted sharply and he made a movement to go on.

So her proffered friendship was worth no more than that, he thought.

She was angry and scornful because her curiosity was disappointed.

She could not have guessed his secret, he was sure, though that might account for her temper, for she would of course be angry if she knew that he loved her.
And she was angry now because he had refused to tell her so.

That was a woman's logic, he thought, quite regardless of the defect in his own.