She laughed. “Oh! So that’s it!” And then, as they came to a bench under some trees, “Won’t you sit down a while?” There was allurement in her glance, but it made George shudder. It was incredible to him that he had ever been attracted by this crude girl. The spell was now broken completely.
She quickly saw that something was wrong. “You don’t seem very cheerful,” she said. “What’s the matter?”
And the man, staring at her, suddenly blurted out, “Don’t you know what you did to me?”
“What I did to you?” Therese repeated wonderingly.
“You must know!” he insisted.
And then she tried to meet his gaze and could not. “Why—” she stammered.
There was silence between them. When George spoke again his voice was low and trembling. “You ruined my whole life,” he said—“not only mine, but my family’s. How could you do it?”
She strove to laugh it off. “A cheerful topic for an afternoon stroll!”
For a long while George did not answer. Then, almost in a whisper, he repeated, “How could you do it?”
“Some one did it to me first,” was the response. “A man!”