A dull, shamed red flushed her cheek. With an effort she forced herself to
answer him.

"Yes," she said very low. "There is--some one else."

"I wonder if he realises his luck!"

The palpable sneer in his voice cut like a lash. She winced under it.

"One more question--I'd like to know the answer out of sheer curiosity."
His voice was clear and hard--like ice, "You knew you were going to do this
to me--last night?"

Her lips moved but no words came. She gestured mutely--imploringly.

"Answer me, please."

His implacable insistence whipped her into a sudden flare of defiance. She
was like a cornered animal.

"Yes, then, if you must have it--I _did_ know!" she flung at him in a low
tone of furious anger.

Involuntarily he stepped back from her a pace, like a man suddenly smitten
and stunned.

"While for me last night was sacred!" he muttered under his breath.

Before the utter scorn and repugnance in the low-breathed words her
defiance crumbled to pieces.