“I make it a point of never believing anything I don’t wish to believe,” she said slowly and determinedly. “After all, it is so easy to make mistakes——”
“Under some circumstances. But if you actually see a person——”
“Then, of course, you cannot make a mistake. But people sometimes fancy they see things, you know. To be absolutely certain myself I should require to look into another’s face—so close that I could not be wrong, otherwise I would not allow myself to condemn even my greatest enemy. I have a great many faults, I know, but I always strive to be just.”
“And yet, you condemned me unheard, Lady Gwendolyn.”
“When?” she asked.
For sole answer he took from his pocketbook the little note she had left on the table of his mother’s room the day of her pretended accident, and held it up before her eyes.
“Well?” she said half defiantly.
“Was that either just or true?”
“It was true, anyhow.”
“You cannot prove it, Lady Gwendolyn. I should be an idiot, indeed, if, having a secret to guard——”