With this admission she blushed crimson and no longer looked me in the eyes.
"Do you think that's quite fair?"
"I don't lead a very full life, Mr. Archie."
"And my unconscious prattle helps to fill it? Do I often talk in my sleep?"
"You talked last night."
Her voice was full of meaning and somehow I felt chilled and no longer so very gay and happy.
"What did I talk about?"
"About a lady."
With humiliation I realized that I was now turning red; but I laughed, and said: "We look like a couple of boiled lobsters, Hilda. What did I say about the lady?"
"You said—I only thought you ought to know that I know—so's—well so's you can keep that window shut, and fix it so no one else will know."