"Because you first brought me here." She stretched her hand across the table and lovingly touched his fingers. She was happy, then.
"You're not sorry that I did?" he asked seriously.
"Sorry—no! How could I be?" Trouble came too quickly into her eyes. It left them slower than it came.
"Do you remember what you said to me"—he reminded her—"just before we went on to my rooms?"
"I said so many things."
"No—oh, you didn't. You said so few; but you said one that struck in—deep—straight home."
"What was that?"
"You said I was a gentleman."
"So I believed then, when I first saw you. So I know now, after these three years and more."
"You know it—do you?"