“When?”
“Saturday.”
“And I was not at home?”
“And you were at home,” he said grimly. “You had a caller—it was easy to hear his voice, so I did not knock.”
She winced, but said quietly, “Don’t you think that is rude?”
“Yes,” said Gethryn, “I beg pardon.”
Presently she continued: “You and—and he—are the only two men who have been in my room.”
“I’m honored, I’m sure,” he answered, drily.
The girl threw back her mackintosh and raised her veil.
“I ask your pardon again,” he said; “allow me to relieve you of your waterproof.”