"What do you mean?"
"I mean my own face and figure. What you did to me—your netting me, doping me, and all that wasn't a patch on what you said afterward."
"What do you mean? What did I say?"
"You asked me if I supposed that you would dream of netting a man with a face and f-figure like——"
"Mr. Langdon!"
"Didn't you?"
"I—you—we——"
"You did! And can any man suffer any humiliation to compare with words like those? I merely ask you."
With eyes dilated, breath coming quickly, she stared at him, scarcely yet comprehending the blow which her words had dealt to one of the lords of creation.
"Mr. Langdon," she said, "do you suppose that I am the sort of girl to deliberately criticise either your features or your figure?"