"Well, I don't say he isn't—only——" he smiled.
"You forget," she said. "He doesn't know."
"Are you quite sure he doesn't know?"
"Quite—quite sure."
"And you are not going to enlighten him?"
She drew back before his penetrating gaze. "I can't. I couldn't bear him to know."
"How do you propose to prevent his knowing? Do you think you're clever enough to keep him in the dark for ever?"
"Why not? He hasn't seen things in the broad daylight, under his very nose. There were plenty of things to see."
"You mean he's stupid?"
"I mean I haven't been clever, if that's what you think. Once I did nearly tell him."