"Is it true? Why?"
"Because—oh! don't you see?"
"No. Wasn't it because you loved me that you wouldn't let Eugene speak?"
"No, no, no!"
"Claudia," he cried, clasping her wrist, "were you playing with him?"
No answer seemed possible but the truth.
"Yes," she said, bowing her head.
"And playing with me?"
"No, that's unjust. I never did. I thought—"
"You thought I was beyond hurt?"