Dora paid no attention whatever to these excellent moral reflections, but merely waited with her mouth open till he had finished in order to speak again.
“Oh, but he did, he did,” she cried. “I saw him with both eyes. We never could play together because he always cheated and I always lost my temper. How funny of him not to confess.”
Claude did not reply for the moment: it was all rather uncomfortable.
“Well, now for the big things,” he said.
“Oh, bother the big things,” said Dora. “I know you think I am wrong, and I’m not. I’m never wrong. I’m perfectly certain.”
She stopped suddenly and leaned over the side of the boat, dabbling her hand in the water. She saw some unuttered trouble in Claude’s face, and a rather dreadful conjecture occurred to her.
“Claude, you weren’t playing for money, were you?” she asked in a low voice.
He made up his mind in a moment and acted with promptitude.
“Good gracious, no,” he said. “What will you be suggesting next?”