"You think so?"
"I know it. Women can't trifle with—with such things without getting hurt."
"I 'm sorry. I suppose I should have known."
"You were just trying to be kind, Monte," she answered. "Don't take any of the blame. It's all mine."
"I urged you."
"What of that?" she demanded. "It was for me to come or not to come. That is one part of her life over which a woman has absolute control. I came because I was so utterly selfish I did not realize what I was doing."
"And I?" he asked quickly.
"You?"
She turned and tried to meet his honest eyes.
"I'm afraid I've spoiled your holiday," she murmured.