Her unflattering candor sent a flush to his face. His latent vanity had been rather rudely surprised.
"Afterward," she continued, "I knew you could not be the man they wanted——"
"What man did they want?"
"Somebody who had stolen documents in America, I believe. But I was sure that you were honest."
"Why?"
Philippa lifted her grey eyes:
"Because you were honest with me."
"How, honest?"
"You did not make love to me. Dishonest men always regard women as a pastime. To make advances is the first thing I expect from them. I am never disappointed. All men are more or less dishonest—excepting you."
"This is a sorry school you have been brought up in," he said grimly.