“Isn’t it extraordinary how we mistook our feelings? Of course, though, it’s natural in you. You had never been through anything of the sort before. How could you tell whether it was the real thing or not?”
Dora shot a glance out of the corner of her eye at her lover, but did not disclaim the innocence he imputed to her; she knew men liked to think that, and why shouldn’t they, poor things? She seized on his implied admission and carried the war into his country.
“But you,—you who are so experienced—how did you come to make such a mistake?”
Charlie was not at a loss.
“It wasn’t a mistake then,” he said. “I was quite right then. Mary Travers was about the nicest girl I had ever seen. I thought her as charming as a girl could be.”
“Oh, you did! Then why——”
“My eyes have been opened since then.”
“What did that?”
“Why don’t you ever pronounce my name?”
“Never mind your name. What opened your eyes?”