“So!”
“Yes;” he took a violet from the bowl at his side and began to unclose its petals. “Why did he say that?” he asked, suddenly raising his eyes from the flower to her.
“Our friend.”
“Why did he say what?”
“Why did he say that I was stupid? I have never been but nice to him.”
She looked startled.
“He never said that you were stupid.”
“You said that he told you that I was stupid.”
“No, I did not. I said that he warned me that—”