She let it stay, though she looked away from me, the color rich in her cheeks.
"I can forgive that," she murmured.

"But the lie.

Jealousy doesn't excuse a lie." "You mean--what I intimated to your cousin," I said, trying to make her look at me.

"That was the devil in me.

Only it's true." "How can it be true when you never asked--said a word--you hinted of ?" she queried.