“Phew!”
“Probably you think I don’t mean it?”
“You don’t mean it, my dear girl. Drink your wine.”
“I want no wine that you have paid for. I want nothing from a man who will deceive me.”
“I haven’t deceived you, Dora. Indeed, I haven’t. I don’t understand what you mean.”
“You scoundrel!”
The conversation was carried on in low tones, but it was exciting and intense.
Dora leaned back in her chair, as she called Darwin a scoundrel, and she looked him squarely in the eyes.
Carter, who had heard all that was said, was deeply interested.