or at the instigation of Bannon—just as nothing less than disgust with what was going on made you run away from such intolerable associations. … Though, at that, I don't believe you even guessed how unspeakably vicious those were!"
He paused and waited, anticipating furious denial or refutation; such would, indeed, have been the logical development of the temper in which she had come down to confront him.
Rather than this, she seemed calmed and sobered by his charge; far from resenting it, disposed to concede its justice; anger deserted her expression, leaving it intent and grave. She came quietly into the room and faced him squarely across the table.
"You thought all that of me—that I was capable of spying on you—yet were generous enough to believe I despised myself for doing it?"
"Not at first. … At first, when we met back there in the corridor, I was sure you were bent on further spying. Only since waking up here, half an hour ago, did I begin to understand how impossible it would be for you to lend yourself to such villainy as last night's."
"But if you thought that of me then, why did you—?"
"It occurred to me that it would be just as well to prevent your reporting back to headquarters."
"But now you've changed your mind about me?"
He nodded: "Quite."
"But why?" she demanded in a voice of amazement. "Why?"
"I can't tell you," he said slowly—"I don't know why.
