He didn’t argue with her.
She said at last, “Do you think I did it?”
“I’ve been trying very conscientiously to figure out how you could have.”
“But I haven’t done anything.”
“Everybody else has said that too.”
She gazed at him steadily, and her lovely warm mouth richened with pouting.
“I don’t think you really like me, Simon.”
“I adore you,” he said politely.
“No, you don’t. I’ve tried to get on with you. Haven’t I?”
“You certainly have.”