"Why should you explain? Have I ever been lacking in imagination?"
"No—oh no; I did not mean that!"
"Then why explain anything? Don't you think we have fenced with each other long enough?" He picked up the gloves quickly, and again laid them down. "Don't you think I can understand without explanation?"
"Understand?"
"Why you came to me to-night."
"Understand—why I came to-night?"
"I think so."
He turned and looked straight into her eyes.
At the look and the movement the blood leaped to her face; she drew back into her chair.
"And why do you think I came to-night?"