"Isn't it ?" Magda looked up, tried to answer in the negative and failed.

He had spoken the simple truth and she knew it.

But none the less she hated him for it--hated him for driving her up into a corner and trying to force an acknowledgment from her.

She remained obstinately silent.
He turned away with a short, amused laugh.
"So you haven't even the courage of your convictions," he commented.
Magda clenched her hands, driving the nails hard into the soft palms of them.

He was an absolute boor, this man who had come to her rescue in the fog! He was taking a brutal advantage of their relative positions to speak to her as no man had ever dared to speak to her before.