"How could I?"
"That was it. You couldn't."
"I couldn't when I knew you'd seen it."
"How did you know?"
"Oh—you took good care of that."
"Was I a brute? Was I a brute to you, Jinny?"
She smiled.
"Not as men go. You couldn't help it. There was no deceiving me."
"Why, after all, shouldn't you have told me?"
"Why indeed?"