“Which you admitted,” put in Lady Gwendolyn.
“Or, rather say, which I did not deny. But I repeat that I should have been an idiot indeed if, under these circumstances, I had introduced you into the very room where you would find something to betray me.”
“There was nothing in that room to betray you.”
“Where, then?”
“I am not bound to say.”
“I think you are, for your own sake. I am sure you would not like me to think that you had taken any mean advantage of the small courtesy it was such a great pleasure to me to show you.”
“How can it signify to me what you think?” she flashed round upon him to say.
His silence was a rebuke, and shamed her as no words could have done. She colored hotly up to the very roots of her hair.
“I mean,” she added, “that you would be sure to misunderstand me.”
“On the contrary, Lady Gwendolyn.”