"Heaven pity a poor woman! no! You forget my attainments. I said all that I was hopelessly ignorant of. That proved infinitely more attractive."
"I daresay it did," she agreed shortly. "Your ignorance of what you shouldn't say to a woman is past belief."
"I don't think it passed hers," he said pensively. "She hasn't your capacity for distrust."
"She'll acquire it," returned the other drily. "And what do you do in that sort of place? I heard you sailed with her."
"I sailed with her, I sat with her, I supped with her! The brother was obligingly occupied, and preoccupied, with the estate—which yields about half what it costs him—and so she had to look after me."
"Which wasn't difficult?"
"Simplicity itself," he smiled. "She had to look such a very little way; I was never out of her sight."
"Idyllic!"
"It was. We sailed from the hour the mists lifted till the moon rose to show us home. Or we sat together on little beaches with only the wide seas in sight."
"Where she made love to you?"