"She was lovely."
He beamed with pleasure.
"She can be when she takes the notion, just as she can be the other way. She must have liked you."
"I—I think she did."
"You bet she did! She'd let you see it if she didn't. So that's what smoothed the way for us! I couldn't make it out. You certainly are a little witch, Jennie!"
"It isn't as smooth as all that." Springing to her feet, she turned her back on him, moving away toward the window. "Oh, Bob, I wish I didn't have to tell you. You're so good and kind, and I've been so"—it came out with a burst of confession, her arms outstretched, her hands spread palms upward—"I've been so awful! When you know—"
"Wait!" He seized her by the shoulders with the force which calms emotion from sheer fright. "Wait, Jennie! I know what you're going to tell me."
"Oh, but you can't."
"It's—it's something about Wray, isn't it?"
She nodded dumbly.