“Don't talk rot,” she said, with foolishness in her eyes.
She accompanied me bareheaded in the sunshine to the gate of my hotel.
“Come and dine with me, if you're well enough,” she said as we parted.
I assented, and when the evening came I went. Did I not say that we were like two lost souls wandering alone in the mist?
It was only when I rose to bid her good-night that she referred to Dale.
“I wrote to him this afternoon,” she announced curtly.
“You said you would do so.”
“Would you like to know what I told him?”
She put her hands behind her back and stood facing me, somewhat defiantly, in all her magnificence. I smiled. Women, much as they scoff at the blindness of our sex, are often transparent.
“It's your firm determination to tell me,” said I. “Well?”