"And why did you not do it, then?" Again he sat lost in thought; his brain seemed clouded.
"Ah yes! I think I remember all about it now," he said slowly. "I wanted to go—and then Bertie said—"
"What did Bertie say?"
"That he thought me a fool for my pains; a coward, and a cur, and a fool."
"But why?"
"Because you had disbelieved my word."
"And then?"
"I thought perhaps he was right and I did not go."
She flung herself on a sofa in utter woe, weeping passionately.
"Then it was what Bertie, said?" she cried reproachfully.