"It doesn't matter."
"It matters to me."
"Please don't cross-examine me," Gabby said gently. "I made fool of myself, that's all."
"I think you're trying to make a fool of me."
"No. It's all right. I'm the idiot, not you. What do you write, Mr. Lennox?"
"I write better scenes than this, Miss Valentine. My characters don't play games."
"Neither do I."
"Then what the hell happened?"
"Nothing happened. That's why I'm an idiot."
Lennox was furious, and, consequently, icy and sardonic. He imagined that this was an impudent young society girl, willful and cavalier, who had taken it into her head to make an ass of him. He couldn't have been more wrong.