"Yes—it's I." The answer came in a whisper from dry lips. "I'm sorry!"
"What are you sorry for? Because you are you?"
"It wouldn't be—quite so horrible if—I'd been a stranger."
"You think not?"
"I—it seems as if I took advantage of—oh, that's just what I did! I'm not asking you to forgive me——"
"It isn't so much a question of forgiving, as putting things straight. We must put them straight——"
"I'll do whatever you wish," I promised. "Only—let me go soon."
"Are you afraid of me?" There was sharpness in his tone.
"Not afraid. I am—utterly humiliated."
"Why did you do this—thing? Let's have that out first."