“Well, weren’t you?”
Her smile vanished.
“Oh, what a perfectly selfish pig you must think me, Mr. Pitt!”
“Good heavens, no! Anything but that. But—but we’re alone—no
chaperon—wasn’t that the natural thing to think?”
“The conventional thing, you mean! And—and we’re playing Injun
together!”
“But—but you looked!” I stammered protestingly. “What were you
thinking about?”