He scarcely caught her meaning, but the peculiar tone of her voice caused him instantly to rise, and he saw Bess on her knees before an open pack which he recognized as the one given him by Jane.
“By George!” he ejaculated, guiltily, and then at sight of Bess’s face he laughed outright.
“A woman packed this,” she repeated, fixing woeful, tragic eyes on him.
“Well, is that a crime?”
“There—there is a woman, after all!”
“Now Bess—”
“You’ve lied to me!”
Then and there Venters found it imperative to postpone work for the present. All her life Bess had been isolated, but she had inherited certain elements of the eternal feminine.
“But there was a woman and you did lie to me,” she kept repeating, after he had explained.
“What of that? Bess, I’ll get angry at you in a moment. Remember you’ve been pent up all your life. I venture to say that if you’d been out in the world you’d have had a dozen sweethearts and have told many a lie before this.”