"Then you think I ought to have been overwhelmed with delight that your car cannoned into my bus--incidentally I barked my shins badly in the general mix-up--and that I had to haul you out and bring you round from a faint and so on ?" The question--without trimmings--was unanswerable.

But to Magda, London's spoiled child, conscious that there were men who would have given half their fortune for the chance to render a like service, and then counted themselves amply rewarded by the subsequent hour or two alone with her, the question was merely provocative.
"Some men would have been," she returned calmly.
"Ah! Just because you are the Wielitzska, I suppose ?" She stared at him in blank astonishment.
"You knew--you knew who I was all the time ?" she gasped.
"Certainly I knew." "Then--then----" "Then why wasn't I suitably impressed ?" he suggested drily.
She sprang to her feet.
"Oh! you are intolerable!" she exclaimed hotly.

"You know I didn't mean that!" He regarded her quite placidly.
"You did.

That is precisely what you were thinking.

Only you funked putting it into plain words." He got up and came to her side and stood looking down at her.
"Isn't it a fact ?" he insisted.