He had risen too, with a quick, uneasy glance towards the door.
But her outbreak passed as suddenly, and sinking back into her chair, she said, with her previous scornful resignation, "Never mind.

Go on.
You KNOW you're lying!" He sat down again and looked at her critically.

"Yes, as far as you're concerned I WAS lying! I know your style.

But as you know, too, that I'd kill you and the first man I suspected, and there ain't a judge or a jury in all Californy that wouldn't let me go free for it, and even consider, too, that it had wiped off the whole slate agin me--it's to my credit!" "I know what you men call chivalry," she said coldly, "but I did not come here to buy a knowledge of that.

So now about the child ?" she ended abruptly, leaning forward again with the same look of eager solicitude in her eyes.
"Well, about the child--our child--though, perhaps, I prefer to say MY child," he began, with a certain brutal frankness.