"Yes, I suppose it is childish to mind being deceived.

I ought to have been prepared for it--expected it." At the note of suffering in her voice the anger died swiftly out of his eyes.
"You don't mean that, Diana," he said, more gently.
"Yes, I do.

You warned me--didn't you ?--that there would be things you couldn't explain.

I suppose"-- bitterly--"this is one of them!" "No, it is not.

I can explain this.