"No."
"For what?"
"I—I think it must be for—for—just for being—decent."
He inspected her with lively interest.
"Hello," he said coolly, "you're disproving our theory!"
She turned her face away from him, touching her eyes with her handkerchief.
"Or," he added ironically, "is there another man?"
"No," she said without resentment; and there was a certain quality in her voice new to him—a curious sweetness that he had never before perceived.
"Tell me," he said quietly, "have you really suffered?"
"Suffered? Yes."