"I don't understand you at all, Ford," she said at last, with a frown of puzzlement.

"I never have, for that matter.

I'd think I was beginning to, and then you would say or do something that would put me all at sea.
What do you mean, anyway ?" Ford told her what he meant; told her humbly, truthfully, with never an excuse for himself.

And it speaks well for the good sense of Josephine that she heard him through with neither tears, laughter, nor anger to mar his trust in her.
"Of course, I knew you had been drinking, that night," she said, when his story was done, and his face was pressed lightly against the white parting in her soft, brown hair.

"I saw it, after--after the ceremony.
You--you were going to kiss me, and I caught the odor of liquor, and I felt that you wouldn't have done that if you had been yourself; it frightened me, a little.