“You?” she said, smiling brightly. “Of course you haven’t. How could you think that? I—I merely happened to think of how different George was a few months ago. No, no! Don’t grow sad out of sympathy, please, Mr. Pitt. I’m not unhappy. Do I look it? I cared for George. I know it now. Maybe I could have learned to care for him deeply if he had cared for me truly. But he didn’t, and I’m glad I found it out.”
“You mustn’t say that, Miss Baldwin. You must give him another chance when he’s himself again.”
“Loyal Mr. Pitt!” she laughed. “Well, I can scarcely help giving George another chance, can I? Here on the same yacht with him. Mr. Pitt, I’ll bet I know what you think of me?”
“And that is?”
“That I’m an awful fool to be here?”
I smiled.
“I knew it!” she cried.
“You’re wrong!” I protested. “I do not think so at this moment.”
“But you have thought so?”
“I have thought you—well, not quite as cautious——”