Her voice sank.

"Louis was good to me." "Was he?
'_Good_' to you--How extremely touching! Pray, were you good to him ?" "No--no." She shook her head remorsefully.

"I wish I had been." Tyson knitted his brows and looked at her.

He had not quite made up his mind.
"Do you know, I don't altogether believe in your refreshing _naeivete_.
Stanistreet is not 'good' to pretty women for nothing.

I know, and you know, that a woman who has been seen with him as you apparently have been, is not supposed to have a character to lose." She rose to her feet and faced him.