"Well, I'm afraid I wouldn't. I don't want to be harsh—when you've had such a hard day, but it looks to me as if you broke the rules."
"What rules?"
"Our rules. You didn't play the game fair, Katie—presenting her here. I never would have done that."
"No," she said, "I know. You put what you call the rules of life so far above life itself."
"And look here, Katie, what's this about Prescott? I'm not going to have him hurt. If he doesn't know the situation, and has any thought of marrying her—why I'm in honor bound to tell him."
That fired her. "Oh you are, are you? Well if your honor moves you to that I'll have a few things to say about that same 'honor' of yours! To our distinguished guest of this evening, for instance," she laughed.
He lost color, but quickly recovered himself. "Oh come now, Katie, you and I are not going to quarrel."
"No, not if you can help it. That wouldn't be your way. But do you know what I think of the 'game' you play?"
She had gone a little way up the stairs, and was standing looking back at him. Her eyes were shining feverishly.
"I think it's a game for cheats."