“Why did you put my roses here?” he asked again.
“Your roses!” she cried, “What! Did you send those roses?”
CHAPTER XXIX. — THORNS AND ROSE PETALS.
He remained stooping and staring up at her, realising the implication of her words only very slowly.
Then it grew clear to him.
As she saw understanding dawning in his face, she uttered a cry of consternation. She came forward and sat down upon the little bedroom chair. She turned to him and began a sentence. “I,” she said, and stopped, with an impatient gesture of her hands. “Oh!”
He straightened himself and stood regarding her. The basket of roses lay overturned between them.
“You thought these came from someone else?” he said, trying to grasp this inversion of the universe.