"My father has called you a rogue, and now I know you are one.

I have not heard, but I know--I know that you have had a hundred loves, and been true to none.

The red scarfs you have given to the Romany and the Gorgio fly-aways would make a tent for all the Fawes in all the world." At first he flung up his head in astonishment at her words, then, as she proceeded, a flush swept across his face and his eyes filled up again with sullenness.

She had read the real truth concerning him.

He had gone too far.