“Your incongruous company is very amusing,” she smiled, and began to sit up. He helped her with pillows.
“The only point, isn’t it,” he said, “is not whether a man is sincere, but whether he is wise or ignorant. Now your boy, Walter——”
A flash of pain that came suddenly across her face told him much.
“You have been talking to him?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Was that wise?”
“No.”
“Was he—violent?” he asked anxiously.
“I shouldn’t have done it. I was—sincere, God knows; but, as you say, I was ignorant——”
“Did he touch you?”