Eve saw him first. "Go away, Pip," she said, and stood up. "I—I think I can make him understand."
When they were alone she said to Richard in a strained voice, "It was my fault, Dicky."
"Do you mean that you—let him, Eve?"
"No. But I let him talk about his love for me—and—and—he cares very much."
"He knows that you are engaged to me."
"Yes. But last night when you stayed on deck when I needed you and asked for you, Pip knew that you wouldn't come—and he was sorry for me."
"And he was sorry again this afternoon?"
"Yes."
"And he showed it by making love to you?"
"He thinks I won't be happy with you. He thinks that you don't care. He thinks——"