of her dress like a stricken masquerader; and the young man stood by the fireplace and continued to gaze at her without moving.
\"Good God,\" he groaned. \"When I thought—\"
\"You thought?\"
\"Ah, don't ask me what I thought!\"
Still looking at her, he saw the same burning flush creep up her neck to her face. She sat upright, facing him with a rigid dignity.
\"I do ask you.\"
\"Well, then: there were things in that letter you asked me to read—\"
of her dress like a stricken masquerader; and the young man stood by the fireplace and continued to gaze at her without moving.
\"Good God,\" he groaned. \"When I thought—\"
\"You thought?\"
\"Ah, don't ask me what I thought!\"
Still looking at her, he saw the same burning flush creep up her neck to her face. She sat upright, facing him with a rigid dignity.
\"I do ask you.\"
\"Well, then: there were things in that letter you asked me to read—\"
