He laughed. "That won't matter. It's how it'll look."
"Oh, looks!"
"It's what we're talking about, isn't it? It's what makes the difference. I shall figure as a cad."
He spoke as one who makes an astounding discovery. She was inexpressibly shocked.
"Oh, but you couldn't," was all she could find to say, but she said it with conviction.
"THERE'S NO ONE WHO WON'T BELIEVE BUT THAT I—THREW YOU OVER."
He laughed again. "You'll see. There's no one—not my best friends—not my mother—not my sisters—who won't believe—whatever you and I may say to the contrary—who won't believe but that I—threw you over."
A toss of his hand, a snap of his fingers, suited the action to the word.
Her color came and went in little shifting flashes. She moved a pace or two aimlessly, restively. Her head went high, her chin tilted. When she spoke her voice trembled with indignation, but she only said: