“What a wonderful discovery!”
Bernard looked at her a moment in the brightening fire-light.
“What part was it you tried to play there?”
Angela shook her head.
“Men are dull creatures.”
“I have already granted that, and I am eating humble pie in asking for an explanation.”
“What did you say of me?” Angela asked, after a silence.
“I said you were a coquette. Remember that I am simply historical.”
She got up and stood in front of the fire, having her hand on the chimney-piece and looking down at the blaze. For some moments she remained there. Bernard could not see her face.
“I said you were a dangerous woman to marry,” he went on deliberately. “I said it because I thought it. I gave Gordon an opinion about you—it was a very unfavorable one. I could n’t make you out—I thought you were playing a double part. I believed that you were ready to marry him, and yet I saw—I thought I saw—” and Bernard paused again.