"I had no reason to."
"Oh; I thought you might have been prepared for a little wickedness."
She turned her eyes, more green than blue, on him.
"I was not unprepared."
"Nor I," he said gaily; "don't let's disappoint each other. You know our theory is that the old families are decadent; and I think we ought to try to prove any theory we advance—in the interests of psychology. Don't you?"
"I think we have proved it."
He laughed, and passing his arm around her drew her head so that it rested against his face.
"That is particularly dishonourable," she said in an odd voice.
"Because I'm married?"
"Yes; and because I know it."