"Well, she knew I wasn't going to marry anybody, and I knew she wasn't going to marry me. Now was she?"
"No. She most distinctly wasn't."
"Very well, then—how was I to know? I could have sworn——"
He hid his face in his hands again.
"The fact is, I made the devil of a mistake."
"Yes," said Straker. "I saw you making it."
Furnival's face emerged angry.
"Then why on earth didn't you tell me? I asked you. Why couldn't you tell me what she was like?"
"You don't tell," said Straker.
Furnival groaned. "I can't make it out now. It's not as if she hadn't got a t-t-temperament."