Again I went hot and red; and how I had conducted with this maid plagued me so that I found no word to answer.
She knitted for a little while. Then, lifting her dark young eyes:
"You have as secure a title to be my lover as has any man, Mr. Drogue. Which is no title at all."
"Steve Watts took you in his arms near the lilacs."
"What was that to you, Mr. Drogue?"
"He was a spy in our uniform and in our camp!"
"Yes, sir."
"And you gave him your lips."
"He took what he took. I gave only what was in my heart to give to any friend in peril."
"What was that?"