By allowing her to help me, I encouraged her to come again the next day.

So much was wholly my fault, but surely not a very grave one.

Do you imagine, Grail, that anything passed between us on those two mornings which you might not have heard?
How is it possible for you, for _you_, to pass from the fact of that foolish secret to such suspicions as these?
In the pause Gilbert offered no word.
'And who told you about it?
Evidently someone bent on mischief.' Again a pause.

Gilbert stood unmoving.
'You still suspect me?
You think I am lying to you?
Do you know me no better than that ?' It rang false, it rang false.

His own voice sounded to him as that of an actor, who does his poor best to be forcible and pathetic.