"It was after that that you—"
"I know," he said, as she hesitated; "but you see I didn't know she was Miss Blithers until sometime after I had met you." There was a challenge in his manner amounting almost to a declaration.
She leaned forward to regard him more intently.
"Is it possible, Mr. Schmidt, that you suspect me of being that horrid, vulgar creature?"
Robin was not to be trapped. There was something in the shadowy eyes that warned him.
"At least, I may say that I do not suspect you of being a horrid, vulgar creature," he said evasively.
"What else can this Miss Blithers be if not that?"
"Would you say that she is vulgar because she refuses to acknowledge a condition that doesn't exist? I think she did perfectly right in denying the engagement."
"You haven't answered my question, Mr. Schmidt."
"Well," he began slowly, "I don't suspect you of being Miss Blithers."