Chapter 35

Her candour had an appeasing softness. Her face looked less thin, and her lips seemed to ripen. She gazed up at him with an assumption of half-amused shyness. “He was just your height, and wore a hat like yours. I’m sorry.” She saw the beginnings of a smile. “I suppose I ought to apologise for resembling—the cad. If he is a cad——?” “Surely.” “Well, he might not be. It doesn’t follow—does it?” “O—that depends. On the way——” “It is done.” “Well, doesn’t it? Besides—when a girl has to scrap along for herself.” “And a …