Why didn't she do this, and why didn't she do that?
He scarcely noticed that he was doing this; but she did, and she felt the undertone--the real significance--and took umbrage.
"Oh, why--why ?" she retorted, one day, curtly.

"Why do you ask so many questions?
You don't care so much for me any more; that's why.

I can tell." He leaned back startled by the thrust.

It had not been based on any evidence of anything save his recent remarks; but he was not absolutely sure.

He was just the least bit sorry that he had irritated her, and he said so.
"Oh, it's all right," she replied.