He hesitated. He started to speak and then was silent for a long time. “Damnation! I won't insult you!” he blurted at last.
“I hope not, Richard.”
“It's preposterous!”
“What is preposterous?” Her tone was calm.
“I saw you look at a man last evening.”
“Very well!”
“I have seen women look at me like that in my life.”
“I was not conscious that I looked at any man in any especial manner.”
“You couldn't see yourself. Perhaps you did not realize that you looked at that man with any meaning in your eyes. But the women who looked at me as you looked at him told me that they loved me. I am talking it right out! But if I should hint that you're in love with a tramp I should insult you. I am crazy, that's all. My troubles are affecting my mind. Forgive me, Kate.”
“You are, of course, referring to the young man who broke in on our prospective business last evening.” There was just a touch of contempt in her demeanor; but her air was coldly business-like; sitting there at her desk she held him, physically and mentally, at arm's-length. Her poise was sure. It seemed perfectly natural for her to be discussing a young man in an impersonal manner.