He looked along the road, and marked a lamp-post at a distance of some hundred yards, and decided that he would part from Rodney when they reached this point.
"Yes, I like Mary; I don't see how one could help liking her," he remarked cautiously, with his eye on the lamp-post.
"Ah, Denham, you're so different from me.

You never give yourself away.
I watched you this evening with Katharine Hilbery.

My instinct is to trust the person I'm talking to.

That's why I'm always being taken in, I suppose." Denham seemed to be pondering this statement of Rodney's, but, as a matter of fact, he was hardly conscious of Rodney and his revelations, and was only concerned to make him mention Katharine again before they reached the lamp-post.
"Who's taken you in now ?" he asked.

"Katharine Hilbery ?" Rodney stopped and once more began beating a kind of rhythm, as if he were marking a phrase in a symphony, upon the smooth stone balustrade of the Embankment.
"Katharine Hilbery," he repeated, with a curious little chuckle.