She stirred restlessly, turning to adjust her hat before the glass above the mantelpiece.
"Oh, as for what I have done—!"
"Don't speak as if you regretted it," he interposed.
She turned back to him with a flash of laughter lighting up the haggardness of her face. "Regret working for the happiness of two such excellent persons? Can't you fancy what a charming change it is for me to do something so innocent and beneficent?"
He moved across the room and went up to her, drawing down the hand which still flitted experimentally about her hat.
"Don't talk in that way, however much one of the persons of whom you speak may have deserved it."
"One of the persons? Do you mean me?"
He released her hand, but continued to face her resolutely. "I mean myself, as you know. You have been generous—extraordinarily generous."
"Ah, but I was doing good in a good cause. You have made me see that there is a distinction."
He flushed to the forehead. "I am here to let you say whatever you choose to me."