Northrup, if possible, looked more bewildered and dazed.
“She––whom do you mean, Kathryn?”
“Oh! I never meant to tell you! You drive me to it, Brace. I always meant to blot it out–––”
Kathryn got no further just then. Northrup came close to her and with folded arms fixed his eyes upon her flushed face.
“Kathryn, you’re excited; you’ve lost control of yourself, but there’s something under all this that we must get at. Just answer my questions. Whom do you mean––by ‘she’?”
Kathryn mentally recoiled and with her back to her wall replied, out of the corner of her mouth:
“That girl in King’s Forest!”
From sheer astonishment Northrup drew back as from a blow. Kathryn misunderstood and gained courage.
“I forgave it because I love you, Brace.” She gathered 245 her cheap little charms together––her sex appeals. “I understood from the moment I saw her.”
“When did you see her? Where?”