"I really did, Denis. I thought you loved Cleo."
"But then," he gasped, "what—what have you and I been doing all this time?"
"When?"
"Why, the day before yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that!—in fact ever since I came down here?"
"Oh, I thought you were simply having a good time," she protested, looking perfectly guileless and charming.
"Well!" he exclaimed, choking with mingled stupefaction and rage, "I've never heard anything——"
"I did really," she interrupted. "I thought you were only flirting."
"You let me go far enough to believe anything," he objected, this time with a savour of moral indignation.
"I thought it was too far to believe anything," was her retort.
"Haven't you any feeling for me, then?" he cried, utterly nonplussed.