"Why did you tell that lie?" she asked presently.
He looked up into her face for an instant.
"I've forgotten," he said.
"Sir Colvin wouldn't have suspected me," she added. "He knows no more about a woman than ... than you do.
"I suppose that leaves him without much knowledge to boast of?" he reflected.
"Yes," she said; "it does."
She tilted her head sideways to see, beyond her knee, on what his eyes were fixed. She tossed her foot clear of the muslin flounces, and then with a curious twist of the ankle brought it round into her view.
"What's wrong with it?" she asked.
He shook his head.
"How should I know?" he said thoughtfully. "It wasn't made for me."