“I didn’t ask Egerton to come, Phil. You’re not really alarmed, are you?”
“Not in the least,” he smiled. “In fact, I was hoping we’d be alone.”
“Phil, you’re improving. Why?”
“So that we may continue our interesting conversation at the point where we left off.”
“Where did we leave off? Oh, yes, you kissed me, didn’t you? Shall we begin there?”
“I suppose that’s what you asked me here for, isn’t it?” he said brutally.
“Oh, Phil, you don’t believe—that!”
She deserved this punishment, she knew, but the carelessness of his tone shocked her and she moved away into her corner of the vehicle and sat rigidly as though turned to stone, her eyes gazing steadily before her at the white circle of light beyond the formless back of the chauffeur. In the reflected light Gallatin saw her face and the jest that was on his lips was silenced before the look he found there. And when she spoke her voice was low and constrained.
“I’m sorry you said that.”
“Are you? You weren’t sorry earlier in the evening.”