She implored him. "Oh, what's the use of asking me that, if he's told you already?"
"It's this use, Rosie, that I want to hear it from yourself. You've told me one lie—"
"Oh, Claude!"
"And I want to see if you'll tell me any more."
"I didn't mean it to be a lie, Claude; but what could I say?"
"When we don't mean a thing to be a lie, Rosie, we tell the truth."
"But how could I!"
"Well, perhaps you couldn't; but you can now. You can tell me just what happened—and why more didn't happen, since you were willing that it should."
She began with difficulty, wringing her hands. "It was last January—I think it was January—yes, it was—one evening—I was in the other hothouse making out bills—and he came all of a sudden—and he asked me—he asked me—"
"Yes, yes; go on."