He shook his head. "It will not do, Judith—the explanation is an afterthought."
"Dick," she said, "I lose patience with you, sometimes—just what do you mean?"
"I mean this: You saw me kiss Miss Stirling, did you not?"
She nodded—but her eyes were straight ahead.
"Well, Sir Edward Parkington kissed you, in the park—so, there is not much to choose between us."
For a little while, she made no answer—then, she laughed, softly and musically.
"Dick!" she said—"Dick! do you believe it?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Answer me—do you believe it?"
He looked at her—eyes half closed, in contemplation—and made no reply.