“Flatterer!” she said, melting into another pose.
“Flatterer!” he exclaimed. “If you could but see yourself now, you would confess the truth of the indictment. You’re the loveliest thing, and you grow lovelier every day and younger. Positively, Madeline, you’re a—” he paused for words and raised his hands helplessly.
“I’m a what?” she murmured, leaning a bit toward him.
“I haven’t the word; there isn’t one adequate to the—subject.”
“You actually mean that?” she asked, gliding into another posture, even more alluring.
“You know I mean it,” he declared. “Haven’t we agreed to be honest with each other?”
“I’ve been honest!” she answered.
“Meaning that I’ve not been?”
“Have you?” she inflected, “I wonder, Guy.”
She might just as well have asked direct his feeling for Mrs. Clephane—and he understood perfectly the question.