"Yes," said Rames.
The hero newly perched upon his pediment tumbled off again.
"You used what I said to you because you just thought it would go down."
Rames did not deny it. He remained silent.
"I remember," she continued, "it was no doubt a foolish thing I said. But even when I said it, you were thinking this is the sort of thing that will take."
That she was humiliated, her voice and her face clearly proved. Yet again Rames did not contradict her. Again he was silent. For there was nothing to be said.
"You do not allow me many illusions about you," Cynthia said gently, and she began to turn away.
But now he arrested her.
"I don't mean to," he said quickly; and by the reply he undid some portion of the harm he had done himself in her eyes.