"Well—that wasn't exactly a crime," observed Lawrence, who could not understand at all. "You'd told him—"
"Yes, but he said he remembered the old one. That was impossible, as he hadn't known anything about it. It was a little slip, but it made me open my eyes and watch him. I used to think he was perfection until then."
"Oh, I see! That was when you first began to find out that he wasn't quite straight."
"Exactly. It made all the difference. I've caught him out more than once since then. The other night, it was too much for me, when he talked about the navy—so I promptly smashed him. He knows that I know, now."
"I should think so. All the same—I don't mean to be rude this time, Miss Trehearne—
"Be careful!"
"No—I'll risk it. Just now when you said he had 'asked you'—you stopped short. You knew I should believe that you had been going to say that he had asked you to marry him, didn't you?"
"Oh, I know! I couldn't help it—I believe I really am a flirt, after all."
"I shouldn't like to believe it," said Lawrence, gravely.
"Nor I—either. I only wanted to see how you'd look if you thought he'd offered himself just then."