“I drifted into this--as men do,” I said after a little pause and
stopped again.
She was looking at me with her wide blue eyes.
“Did you imagine,” she began, “that I thought you--that I expected--”
“But how can you know?”
“I know. I do know.”
“But--” I began.
“I know,” she persisted, dropping her eyelids. “Of course I know,” and
nothing could have convinced me more completely that she did not know.
“All men--” she generalised. “A woman does not understand these
temptations.”