“That ‘s a serious charge,” said Rowland, gravely.
“I don’t make it without proof!”
“And what is your proof?”
Roderick hesitated a moment. “The way you treated Christina Light. I call that grossly obtuse.”
“Obtuse?” Rowland repeated, frowning.
“Thick-skinned, beneath your good fortune.”
“My good fortune?”
“There it is—it ‘s all news to you! You had pleased her. I don’t say she was dying of love for you, but she took a fancy to you.”
“We will let this pass!” said Rowland, after a silence.
“Oh, I don’t insist. I have only her own word for it.”