"You are making a mistake—a serious mistake."
She stood before him listlessly, as if she had no interest either in what he was saying or in him. That maddening indifference!
"It was a mistake to tattle your trouble to Tetlow."
"I did not tattle," said she quietly, colorlessly. "I said only enough to make him help me."
"And what did he say about me?"
"That I had misjudged you—that I must be mistaken."
Norman laughed. "How seriously the little people of the world do take themselves!"
She looked at him. His amused eyes met hers frankly. "You didn't mean it?" she said.
He beamed on her. "Certainly I did. But I'm not a lunatic or a wild beast. Do you think I would take advantage of a girl in your position?"
Her eyes seemed to grow large and weary, and an expression of experience stole over her young face, giving it a strange appearance of age-in-youth. "It has been done," said she.