Presently she drew her hands from her eyes and touched her flushed cheeks with the blue blossom thoughtfully.
"Michael," she said, "I—I never told you, but I was very glad when you came to explain to me that night in the pantry."
"Well," said I, stiffly, "you certainly concealed your pleasure. Lord, child, how you scorned me!"
"I know it," she muttered, in quick vexation; "I was a perfect fool. You see, I—I was hurt so deeply that it frightened me—"
"You ought to have known that I meant nothing," said I. "Mrs. Hamilton tormented me till I—I—well, whatever I did was harmless. Anyway, it was done because I thought I loved you—I mean like a lover, you know—"
"I know," said Silver Heels.
"After that," said I, smiling, "I knew my own mind."
"And I knew mine," said Silver Heels.
"And now I know the difference between hurt vanity and love," I added, complacently.
"I, too," said Silver Heels.