"Thimble Island?"
She stammered. "I—I think it really began in your studio."
"In New York?"
"You interested me—and you snubbed me so completely. You were so impolite, John Markham. I was curious about you. You were like no man I had ever met. You told me the truth. I didn't like it, but I respected you for telling it. When I went away I remember wanting to see you again. AT Thimble Island—"
"Yes?"
She hid her face in his breast and the words came slowly.
"My visit to—to Thimble Island—I—I knew you were there. My m—motor didn't miss fire, Philidor?"
He raised her head and made her look at him. Even in the wan light her face was rosy with her confession. But she laughed joyously.
"I wanted to snub you for being so rude to me. Alas! I ended by—by scrubbing your floor."
"Diana of the Tubs! How you scrubbed!"