“Nonsense! Would you have preferred me to remain lying in the middle of the road?”
“You know I would not. But I’d rather some woman had looked after you. Do you know who the man was?”
“I did not—at first.”
“But you do now. Who was it?”
“No one you know, I think,” she answered provokingly. His eyes flashed.
“Why are you making a mystery about it?” he asked suspiciously. “You’re keeping something from me! Who was this man? Tell me his name.”
Magda froze.
“My dear Antoine! Why this air of high tragedy?” she said lightly. “And what on earth has it to do with you who the man was?”
“You know what it has to do with me——”
“With my accompanist?”—raising her brows delicately.