“For instance?”
“For instance, the way I have told you details with which you were already familiar.”
Nancy laughed nervously.
“And some with which I wasn’t familiar at all,” she added.
Barth’s color rose to the roots of his hair, and he bit his lip. Then he answered, with the same level accent,—
“Yes. But even you must admit that my error was unintentional.”
Nancy sat up straight in her deep chair.
“Even me!” she echoed stormily. “What do you mean, Mr. Barth?”
He met her angry eyes fearlessly, yet with perfect respect.
“Even you who were willing to take all the advantage of a complete stranger.”