It was not said as brutally as it sounds on paper. Rather it gave the impression, from Shelby’s tone, that they had never been much more.
For a moment Paquita said nothing. Then suddenly she burst forth with a little bitter laugh.
“It takes two to be strangers. We shall see!”
Without another word she turned, as though in a fit of pique and anger, and ran up the flight of steps from the bath-houses to the Casino, passing within five feet of us, without seeing us.
“We shall see,” she muttered under her breath; “we shall see!”
In surprise Shelby took a step or two after her, then paused.
“The deuce take her,” he swore under his breath, then strode on in the direction of the steps to the dock and the summer-house.
He had scarcely gained the level when the figure in the summer-house emerged from the gloom.
“Well, Shelby—a tryst with the other charmer, was it?”
“Winifred!”