"Why should I have done that? Men don't—don't give each other away."
"Then in his knowing her there was something to—to give away."
"Evidently."
"Then what about your knowing her yourself?"
"That was different."
"Different? How?"
Since she was pressing the question I decided not to spare her.
"I didn't wait for her at a street corner as a form of introduction."
Expecting the question, "And did he?" I was surprised that she should make it. "And would it be discreet to inquire what your form of introduction was?"
"I was presented to her in all propriety by a blind boy named Drinkwater, you heard her mention him, who was my cabin-mate on the Auvergne. He and Miss Blair and I, with some other people, happened to sit at the same table."