“As I said at the beginning,” interrupted the Marquis, “I’m the cause.”
“You!”
Then he settled himself by her side, and told her how his reminiscence had been the first thing to set George on the track of discovery, whence all the trouble had resulted.
“So you see,” he ended, “you have to put all your woes down to my chatter.”
“How strange!” she said, dreamily, looking out to sea.
The Marquis nodded, his eyes scanning her face.
Then she turned to him suddenly, and said, “I was very young, you know, and—rather hungry.”
“I am a sinner myself,” he answered, smiling.
“And—and what I did afterwards, I——”