The sincerest of women will make no unnecessary confidences to a man.

And this is as it should be.
"No--no!" I said reassuringly.

"It's most unlikely.

Are you much concerned ?" "Well, you see, when I came down," she said again in that precise demure tone, "when I came down--into the garden Captain Anthony misunderstood--" "Of course he would.

Men are so conceited," I said.
I saw it well enough that he must have thought she had come down to him.
What else could he have thought?
And then he had been "gentleness itself." A new experience for that poor, delicate, and yet so resisting creature.