“Not to my personal knowledge.”
“Yet you said you were?”
“I was in an asylum.”
She looked up at him with fine contempt, while he smiled back at her with great amusement.
“You have deceived me,” she said, “and you have treated your other friend—who is far too good for you—disgracefully. Have you anything to say for yourself?”
“Not a word,” he replied, cheerfully.
“You must never treat me again as—as I let you.”
As a smile played for an instant about his face, she added quickly, “I don’t suppose I shall ever see you again. In future we are not likely to meet.”
“The lady and the lunatic?” said he. “Well, perhaps not. Good-bye, and better luck.”
“Good-bye,” she answered coldly, and added as they parted, “my mother, of course, is extremely angry with you.”