"Where've you been?" he repeated.
"Why, I've just come from my room," she replied with an attempt at composure.
"What have you got your hat for?"
She flushed the slightest bit:
"Why, I was going for a walk."
"With a veil—at night—what have you got that veil for?"
The boyish banter in his tones began to yield to a touch of wonder.
Helen hesitated:
"Why, the crowds of singing and shouting men on the streets. I didn't wish to be recognized, and I wanted to hear what the speakers said."
"You were going to leave me and go alone to the speaker's stand?"