That was his way; a fair example of his habit of taking things for granted. She felt that if, after a prolonged absence, she met him on the other side of the world, he would just ask if she liked sugar in her tea, and discuss the sugar question generally, and take it for granted that that was all the situation demanded. That was not her standpoint. She considered that when explanations were required they ought to be given, and was distinctly of opinion that an explanation was required here. She intended that the remark she made should be regarded as a suggestion to that effect. "I didn't expect to see you at Dieppe." He looked at her--just looked--and she was a conscience-stricken wretch. Had he accused her, at the top of his voice, of deliberate falsehood, he could not have shamed her more. "I meant to come to Dieppe. I thought you knew it." She had known it; all pretence to the contrary was brushed away like so much cobweb. And she knew that he knew she knew it. It was dreadful. What could she say to this extraordinary man? She blundered from bad to worse. Fumbling with the buttons of her little jacket she took out from some inner receptacle a small flat leather case. "I think this got into that box of chocolates by mistake." He glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, then continued to draw figures on the pavement with the ferrule of his stick. "No mistake. I put it there. I thought you'd understand." Thought she would understand! What did he think she would understand? Did the man suppose that everyone took things for granted? "I think it was a mistake." "How? When I sent to New York for it specially for you?" So that question was solved. She was conscious of a small flutter of satisfaction. "Don't you think it's pretty?" "It's beautiful." She gathered her courage. "But you must take it back." "Take it back! Take it back! I didn't think you were the kind of woman that would want to make a man unhappy." Nothing was further from her desire. "I am not in the habit of accepting presents from strangers." "That's just it. It's because I knew you weren't that I gave it to you." "But you're a stranger to me." "I didn't look at it in just that way." "I know nothing of you." "I'm sorry. I thought you knew what kind of man I am, as I know what kind of woman you are--and am glad to know it. If it's my record you'd like to be acquainted with, I'm ready to set forth the life and adventures of Ezra G. Huhn at full length whenever you've an hour or two or a day or two to spare. Or I can refer you for them to my lawyer, or to my banker, or to my doctor, according to what part of me it is on which you'd like to have accurate information." She could not hint that she would like to listen to a chapter or two of his adventures there and then, though some such idea was at the back of her mind. While she was groping for words he stood up, repeating his original suggestion. "Come with me into the Casino."