“I?”
“Was it more creditable to human nature? Was heart there, or was the girl merely pleased with her power?”
A smile made him more angry.
“What makes you or me her judge?”
“Dismal experience as to motives,” Wareham replied. “One lives and learns.”
“Not so surely,” Anne returned coolly. “Half the time our pretence of reading motives is sheer affectation. What we are really after is the making our conclusions fit our theories.” She suddenly shot away from the subject. “Are you travelling with the Ravenhills?”
“Yes—no,” said Wareham, surprised. “It was a chance meeting, and we have all to go the same way.”
“All?” She frowned. “Do you mean that we are irrevocably bound together?”
“Practically. Naturally there may be small deviations.”
“Oh, hateful!” she said frankly, and apparently mused over the information. Having bestowed it, Wareham was silent until she put another question. “May I inquire where you are all going to-night?”