'I went to him—why? There is no accounting for it. He sneered constantly at my stale information.'
'You gave him constant information?'
'No: in our ordinary talk. He railed at me for being "out of it." I must be childish: I went to show him—oh! my vanity! I think I must have been possessed.'
She watched the hardening of her lover's eyes. They penetrated, and through them she read herself insufferably.
But it was with hesitation still that he said: 'Then you betrayed me?'
'Percy! I had not a suspicion of mischief.'
'You went straight to this man?'
'Not thinking . . .'
'You sold me to a journalist!'
'I thought it was a secret of a day. I don't think you—no, you did not tell me to keep it secret. A word from you would have been enough. I was in extremity.'