“Why, we have all talked—I have heard—” and I paused in surprise, for a tiny frown came in his brow.
“But the work was so much yours.”
“You exaggerate it, Mr. Duncan.”
I might have spoken coldly. Somehow I could not let myself be praised in his words, and with his eyes upon me.
“Are you so used to good deeds that you consider this nothing?”
I flushed and felt a lump rising in my throat.
“I would have done it for any one.”
“I believe you, Miss Endicott. Louis is not so admirable that he should be singled out.”
“He is—you don’t do him justice;” I said almost ready to cry.
“I did not I will admit, but I am trying to now. Will you not accept my penitence and my sincere desire to be tender as well as just?”