"I--I have had a bad night," she murmured.

"I came to throw myself on your generosity." "Generosity ?" he echoed.
"To--to ask you to forget what happened last night.

I was mad!" Ambrose had become as pale as she.

He had nothing to say.
She stole a glance at his face.

At the sight of his blank, sick dismay she quickly turned her head.