“You must be frank with me now; if you won’t it doesn’t matter: I’ll be so to you. I admit that I behaved like an idiot; but you were responsible for it—yes, largely.”
“That is a capital beginning. Now tell me what you have done or left undone—above all, tell me where my responsibility comes in.”
“You like Harold Wynne?”
“You suggest that a mere liking involves a certain responsibility?”
“I love him.”
“Great heavens!”
“Why should you be startled at the confession when you have been aware of the fact for some time?”
“I never met a frank woman before. It is very terrible. Perhaps I shall get used to it.”
“Why will you not drop that tone?” she said, almost piteously. “Cannot you see how serious the thing is to me?”
“It is quite as serious to me,” he replied. “Men have confided in me—mostly fools—a woman never. Pray do not continue in that strain.”