"No." Philip bit his lip.
"No? Then will you tell me, sir, how it is that you expect me to believe what M. de Foli-Martin—closely concerned—would not believe?"
Philip looked straight into her eyes.
"I can only give you my word, Cleone."
Still she fought on, wishing to be defeated.
"So you have never trifled with any of these women, sir?"
Philip was silent again.
"You bring me"—Cleone's voice trembled—"a tarnished reputation. I've no mind to it, sir. You have made love to a dozen other women. Perhaps you have kissed them. And—and now you offer me—your kisses! I like unspoilt wares, sir."
Philip rose, very stiff and stern.
"I am sorry that you consider yourself insulted by my offer, Cleone."