“Could she have told the man—to mistake me—purposely?”
“I think so,” he said brazenly. “She’s capable of anything—anything—wonderful wom——”
“Phil, I’ll be angry with you.”
“No, you can’t.”
He took her in his arms again and she discovered that what he said was true. She didn’t want to be angry. Besides, what did it matter, about anything or anybody else in the world.
“I don’t know how this could have happened. I’ve hated you, Phil,” she confessed after a while. “Oh, how I’ve hated you!”
“No.”
“Oh, yes. It’s true. I hated you. I really did. You were the living emblem of my disgrace. When you got in here beside me to-night, I loathed you. I’m still angry with myself. I can’t understand how I could have yielded so—so completely.”
“It all happened a thousand years ago.”