Wray rubbed his chin pensively. It occurred to him that there were still many things with which he was unfamiliar.
"I did think of you."
"Why didn't you tell me so then?"
"I'm telling you now."
She leaned toward him with a familiar gesture of renewed confidences.
"There are a thousand ways of telling a woman you're thinking of her, Mr. Wray. The only way not to tell her is to say that you are. What a man says is obvious and unimportant. A woman always judges a man by the things that he ought to have done—and the things he ought not to have done."
"I don't suppose I'll ever learn——"
"Not unless some woman teaches you."
"Won't you try me again?"
"I'll think about it." And then with one of her sudden transitions, she added in a lower tone, "I am at home to-night. It is your last chance to redeem yourself."