"It's all right then," he nodded; but she began to think of that new idea in a confused, startled, helpless sort of way.
"How could you think that of me?" she faltered.
"I didn't—"
"You—it must have been in your mind—"
"I wanted to be sure it wasn't in yours—"
"You ought to have known! Haven't you learned anything at all about me in two months?"
"Do you think any man can learn anything about anybody in two months?" he asked, lightly.
"Yes, I do. I've learned a good deal about you—enough, anyway, not to attribute anything—unworthy—"
"You silly child; you've learned nothing about me if that's what you think you've discovered."
"I have discovered it!" she retorted, tremulously; "I've learned horrid things about other men, too—and they're not like you!"