He asked her, as they sat in a favorite and inconspicuous resort of his finding, during one of those moments when blood and not intellect was ruling between them, whether she had ever-- "Once," she naively admitted.
It was a great shock to Cowperwood.

He had fancied her refreshingly innocent.

But she explained it was all so accidental, so unintentional on her part, very.

She described it all so gravely, soulfully, pathetically, with such a brooding, contemplative backward searching of the mind, that he was astonished and in a way touched.

What a pity! It was Gardner Knowles who had done this, she admitted.