"There is time enough for that, my dear. I came to have a talk with you—in private," he said meaningly.
"It is sufficiently private here, Count Marlanx. What have you to say to me?"
"I want to talk about last night. You were very reckless to do what you did."
"Oh, you were playing the spy, then?" she asked scornfully.
"An involuntary observer, believe me—and a jealous one. I had hoped to win the affections of an innocent girl. What I saw last night shocked me beyond expression."
"Well, you shouldn't have looked," she retorted, tossing her chin; and the red feather in her hat bobbed angrily.
"I am surprised that one as clever as you are could have carried on an amour so incautiously," he said blandly.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I saw everything that occurred."
"Well, I'm not ashamed of it," obstinately. "Good-bye, Count Marlanx."