I think not.' Silence followed.

Tarrant, to judge from his face, was absorbed in pleasant thought; Nancy, on the other hand, felt so ill at ease that she was on the point of rising, when his voice checked her.
'I have an idea'-- he spoke dreamily--'of going to spend next winter in the Bahamas.' 'Why the Bahamas ?' Speaking with all the carelessness she could command, Nancy shivered a little.

Spite of her 'culture,' she had but the vaguest notion where the Bahamas were.

To betray ignorance would be dreadful.

A suspicion awoke in her that Tarrant, surprised by her seeming familiarity with current literature, was craftily testing the actual quality of her education.
Upon the shiver followed a glow, and, in fear lest her cheeks would redden, she grew angry.
He was replying.
'Partly because it is a delightful winter climate; partly because I have a friend there; partly because the islands are interesting.