"Indeed, that is very fine," I responded; but my irony met its usual fate. She did not see it.
"Yes," continued Dorothy, brimming over with mirth, "you should have heard him pleading with me a few moments since upon the terrace."
"We did hear him," said Madge.
"You heard him? Where? How?" Her eyes were wide with wonder.
"We were on the opposite side of the holly bush from you," I answered. "We heard him and we saw you."
"Did you? Good. I am glad of it," said Dorothy.
"Yes, we saw and we heard all, and we think that your conduct was shameless," I responded severely.
"Shameless?" demanded Dorothy. "Now pray tell me what I did or said that was shameless.".
I was at a loss to define the wrong in her conduct, for it had been of an intangible quality which in itself was nothing, but notwithstanding meant a great deal.
"You permitted him to hold your hand," I said, trying to fix on something real with which to accuse her.