Something told him he had already gone too far.
“I do not know what you mean—or rather, I am not willing to think I know what you mean,” said Arctura. “After what took place—”
In her turn she ceased: he had said nothing!
“Jealous!” concluded Forgue; “—a good sign!”
“I see he has been talking against me!” he said.
“If you mean Mr. Grant, you mistake. He never, so far as I remember, once mentioned you to me.”
“I know better!”
“You are rude. He never spoke of it; but I have seen enough with my own eyes—”
“If you mean that silly fancy—why, Arctura!—you know it was but a boyish folly!”
“And since then you have grown a man!—How many months has it taken?”