"I thought perhaps you might deem yourself my lover."
"Why?"
"Because you kissed me once,—as did Captain Watts.... And two other gentlemen."
"Two other gentlemen?"
"Yes, sir. A cornet of horse,—his name escapes me—and Sir John."
"Who!" I blurted angrily.
"Sir John Johnson."
"The dissolute beast!" said I. "Had I known it that night at Johnson Hall——" But here I checked my speech and waited till the hot blood in my face was done burning.
And when again I was cool: "I am sorry for my heat," said I. "Your conduct is your own affair."
"You once made it yours, sir,—for a moment."