It would be strange if I did not, having known you so long and been your mother's guest so often.

But you talk almost as if I had been making love to you." "No," said Douglas, forgetting his ceremonious manner and speaking angrily and naturally; "but you talk as though I had not been making love to _you_." "If you have, I never knew it.

I never dreamt it." "Then, since you are not the stupidest lady of my acquaintance, you must be the most innocent." "Tell me of one single occasion on which anything has passed between us that justifies your speaking to me as you are doing now." "Innumerable occasions.

But since I cannot compel you to acknowledge them, it would be useless to cite them." "All I can say is that we have utterly misunderstood one another," she said, after a pause.
He said nothing, but took up his hat, and looked down at it with angry determination.

Marian, too uneasy to endure silence, added: "But I shall know better in future." "True," said Douglas, hastily putting down his hat and advancing a step.
"You cannot plead misunderstanding now.