She looked at him haughtily, sitting up very straight; he continued beside her in silence, face in his hands as though overwhelmed. Nothing was said for several minutes—until the clear disdain of her gaze changed, imperceptibly; and the rigidity of her spinal column relaxed.
"I am very sorry this has happened," she said. There was, however, no sympathy in her tone. He made no movement to speak.
"I am sorry," she repeated after a moment. "It is hard to suffer humiliation."
"Yes," he said, "it is."
"But you deserved it."
"How? I didn't fashion my face and figure."
She mistook him: "Somebody did."
"Yes; my parents."
"What!"
"Oh, I don't mean that silly make-up," he said, raising his head.