"You are so—dreadfully rich!"
"Is that the reason you keep me at such a distance? Is that why you avoid me?"
"Avoid you?"
"Yes, dear. You've done it very sweetly and delicately, but you have avoided me lately. Why?"
Hermione didn't answer.
"And you haven't touched any of the monthly allowance I make you," he went on, frowning a little, "not one cent. Why, Hermione?"
Hermione was silent.
"Tell me!"
Still she was silent, only she bent lower above the pool and drew further from him, whereat his pale cheek flushed, and his frown grew blacker.
And presently, as he scowled down into the water, she stole a look at him, and when she spoke, though the words were light, the quiver in her voice belied them.