"I wonder," said Adèle, "whether you are really, or whether you're just being nice."
"Personally, I'm just being nice. Nobby is really. Of course, he may be making the best of a bad job. As a worldly good of mine, I just endowed you with him, and that was that."
"You were both very happy before—before I came."
"We thought we were."
"O-o-oh," said Adèle, twisting her head around, to see my face. "You were. You know you were."
The gleeful accusation of the soft brown eyes was irresistible. To gain time, I swallowed. Then—
"So were you," I said desperately.
"I know I was," was the disconcerting reply.
"Well, then, why shouldn't we——"
"But you said you weren't."