"I was thinking of myself," she said. "And—and—and—" She wavered and stopped.
"Rupert?" he suggested.
She caught her breath. "What made you think of him?"
"You were thinking of him, were you not?"
She made a gesture of helplessness. "Yes."
"I see," he said. "But you needn't be anxious about Rupert. He came to me long ago and told me the truth."
She opened her eyes wide. "What made him do that?"
"He heard that Bertrand was bearing the blame for his misdeeds, and he had the decency to be ashamed of himself."
"Oh!" said Chris. She was silent for a moment, still meeting his steady gaze. Suddenly her mouth quivered and she turned from them. "Trevor, I—I am ashamed too."
"Hush!" he said.