“No, I suppose not, but I should resent it if it did. Now tell me, Paul, frankly, why did you avoid speaking to that lady?”
Paul pulled himself together as best he could and tried to explain.
“Adele, you saw her yourself; you had a good look at her, did you not?”
“Yes, I glanced at her, slightly—very slightly;” using inadvertently Paul’s own words, which still rung in her ears.
“I think you must have seen her better than I did, for I did not look at her at all. I was looking at you.”
“Well, perhaps I did.”
“Then we both know her slightly—very slightly.”
“Paul, don’t be evasive; I don’t like it. You were introduced, I was not.”
“Well to be frank, Adele, I was introduced; yet I wasn’t.”
“Explain!”