It was in Italy--at Siena.

It was a simple accident that I never told you," Bernard explained.
"I wished that nothing should be said about it," said Angela.
"Ah, you loved him!" Gordon exclaimed.
Angela turned away--she went to the window.

Bernard followed her for three seconds with his eyes; then he went on-- "If it were so, I had no reason to suppose it.

You have accused me of deceiving you, but I deceived only myself.

You say I put you off your guard, but you should rather say you put me on mine.