Women and dogs--they're very much alike."
"Not in every respect," said Saltash. "I should say that Toby is an
exception anyway. She knows play from earnest."
"Does she?" said Bunny. He paused a moment, as if trying to concentrate
his forces; then he turned to Saltash again. "I'm going back now. I can't
dine with you--though I've no desire to quarrel. But you see--you must
understand--that I can never--accept anything from you again. I'm
sorry--but I can't."
"What are you going to do?" said Saltash.
Bunny hesitated, his boyish face a white mask of misery.
Saltash reached out a second time and touched him lightly, almost
caressingly, with the point of his switch. "What's the matter with you,
Bunny?" he said. "Think I've lied to you?"
Bunny met his look. "I don't want to quarrel with you," he said. "It
isn't--somehow it isn't--worth it."
"Thanks!" said Saltash, and briefly laughed. "You place my friendship at
a pretty high figure then. Tell me what you're going to do!"
"What is it to you what I do?" A quick gleam shone for an instant in
Bunny's eyes, dispelling the look of stricken misery. "I'm not asking you
to help me."
"I've grasped that," said Saltash. "But even so, I may be able to lend a
hand.
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