It had been in her voice whenever she spoke to him then.

It was there now.
"Some things," he continued, in a voice she had never heard before, for this man was innately artificial, "which a woman usually knows before they are told to her." "What sort of things, M.le Baron ?" He gave a little laugh.

It was so strange a thing to him to be sincere that he felt awkward and abashed.

He was surprised at his own sincerity.
"That I love you--hum.

You have known it long ?" The face which he could not see was not quite the face of a good woman.
Etta was smiling.
"No--o," she almost whispered.
"I think you must have known it," he corrected suavely.