'You took me unawares--I had to think things over.'
'Then if it was your intention that I should have it you cannot but be pleased to find that my action has kept abreast of your intention.'
Miss Bewicke was silent. She was drawing imaginary pictures with her finger-tip on the table by which she was standing, looking down as she did so. His desire was to get away; it was not an interview which he wished to have prolonged. But his departure was postponed.
'Why do you say I am revengeful?'
'You know better than I.'
'Do you think I wish to be revenged on you because once you pretended to love me, and now you keep up that pretence no longer?'
'It was no pretence.'
'I am glad to hear that, because, Guy, I love you still.'
She looked up at him in such a way that she seemed to compel him to meet her eyes. He shivered.
'I wish you wouldn't say such things.'