It was less a question than an assertion.
"How do you know?"
"I'd have known quick enough if you'd tried. Anyway, you're not that kind."
"How do you know I'm not?"
There was a pause. Then Trego smiled oddly. "Better not ask me. You don't know me very well yet."
She coloured faintly. "Then I must tell you you are wrong. I did cheat. I did, I tell you! I played for money without a cent to pay my losses if I lost. You don't call that fair play, do you?"
"Depends. Of course, it's hard to believe."
"I'm penniless. You don't understand my position here. I'm--nobody. Mrs. Standish took pity on me because I was out of work and brought me here to act as secretary to Mrs. Gosnold."
Trego nodded heavily. "I guessed it. I mean I felt pretty sure you were--well, of another world." He jerked a disrespectful head toward the smiling face of Gosnold House. "The same as me," he added. "That's why I thought . . . But it doesn't matter what I thought."
An unreasonable resentment held her true to the course of her purpose.