"Silly! I did it because I wanted to talk with you."
"Well, those horses wouldn't overhear."
"Don't be angry, Kirk. I haven't seen you alone since that night."
"Taboga?" he said, guiltily. "You're not going to lecture me again? I'm sorry enough as it is." Never in all his life had he felt more uncomfortable. He could not bring himself to meet her gaze, feeling that his own face must be on fire.
"What a queer chap you are! Am I so unattractive that you really want to rush off after those horses?" He said nothing, and she went on after a moment of hesitation: "I have known men who would have thought it a privilege to be left alone with me like this."
"I—have no doubt."
"You remember, for instance, I told you there was one man at Taboga whom I did not wish to see?"
"Yes—at the sanitarium."
"Well, something like this happened once—with him—and I told Stephen."
"And did you tell Mr. Cortlandt what I did?"