discovers that a man is untrustworthy, do you think she ever forgets
it?"

"Because I once kissed you? What a dreadful deed!"

"You forget the circumstances under which you did it."

He flushed; she had managed to hurt him, after all. He began patiently:

"I've explained to you a dozen times that I didn't know----"

"But I _told_ you!"

"And I couldn't believe you----"

"But you expect me to believe _you_?"

He could not exactly interpret her bright, smiling, steady gaze.

"The trouble with you is," she said, "that there is nothing to you but
good looks and talent. There was once, but it died--over in
Europe--somewhere. No woman trusts a man like you. Don't you know it?"

His smile did not seem to be very genuine, but he answered lightly:

"When I ask people to have confidence in me, it will be time for them to
pitch into me."

"Didn't you once ask me for your confidence--and then abuse it?" she
demanded.