“You mean Madame Ghita?”
“Yes.”
“Well, why do you not tell her?” she asked mockingly.
“I’ve about made up my mind that I shall have to,” he said dismally. “You see I sort of pushed her into it last night.”
She was smiling again as she looked at him.
“And this is the real cause of the remorse?”
“I suppose so.”
“How did you push her into it?”
“I was silly enough to say that I really thought she could do a lot of good out there.”
“Well—do you not believe it?”