Madison smiled with grave whimsicality.
"To call me a gentleman and repose a trust."
She stepped back again, uncertainly.
"I do not know what you are talking about," she said in a strained way. "And you are talking very strangely."
"Yes," he said. "Everything is strange to-night. It is like a new world, and—and I have not found my way—yet."
She drew back still further.
"Are you mad?" she whispered.
"No," he answered. "Not now—that Is past."
She looked at him for a little time; and, her hands joined before her, her fingers locked and interlocked nervously.
"And—and Thornton?" she asked, at last.