"Do you think he's as rotten as what you say?"
"Yes. Yes!"
"Then—what must you think of me?"
She glanced up, blotting her wet lashes with her handkerchief.
"What do you mean, Jack?"
"I suppose I'm included among the sort of men you have been so graphically describing?"
She did not answer.
"Am I not included?"
She shook her head slightly.
"Why not? If your description fits Jim Desboro and Reggie Ledyard, and that set, it must naturally fit me, also."