There are certain occasions which justify certain actions. I thought this was one.
Then I said: "Tell me about Lotzen's visit with you in the North."
"He was there a week."
"More's the pity," said I.
"For him—yes."
"For him?" I echoed.
She nodded. "I feel very sorry for Ferdinand." Then she blushed. "I think he does love me, Armand."
"I can't blame him for that," said I. "He's a queer sort if he doesn't."
"Foolish!" she laughed, giving me a little tap with her fan. "And you see, dear, he might have had a chance if you had not come."
I bent down until her hair brushed my face.