She had a gesture of protest. "You'd have come in some other way."
"I'm not so sure! I'm beastly shy—little as I may seem to show it: save in great causes, when I'm horridly bold and hideously offensive. Now at any rate I only know what has been." She turned off for it, moving away from him as with a sense of mingled things that made for unrest; and he had the next moment grown graver under the impression. "But does anything in it all," he asked, "trouble you?"
She faced about across the wider space, and there was a different note in what she brought out. "I don't know what forces me so to tell you things."
"'Tell' me?" he stared. "Why, you've told me nothing more monstrous than that I've been welcome!"
"Well, however that may be, what did you mean just now by the chance of our not 'going straight'? When you said you'd expose our bad—or is it our false?—Rubens in the event of a certain danger."
"Oh, in the event of your ever being bribed"—he laughed again as with relief. And then
