"I did nothing of the sort. But I was rather alarmed. Before you could say 'knife' she'd gone off into a violent fit of hysterics, and I was just trying to bring her round when Barbara came in." His explanation was so much more plausible than the reality that he almost believed it himself. "I think," he said, pensively, "she _must_ have seen me bending over her." "And she didn't offer to help?" "No; she rushed in and she rushed out again. She may not have seen anything; but in case she did, I wish, my dear, you'd explain." "I think I'd better not," said Fanny, "in case she didn't." "No. But it worries me every time I think of it. She came right into the room. Besides," he said, "we've got to think of Mrs. Levitt." "Mrs. Levitt?" "Yes. Put yourself in her place. She wouldn't like it supposed that I was making love to her. She might consider the whole thing made her look as ridiculous as it made me." "I'd forgotten Mrs. Levitt's point of view. You rather gave me to understand that was what she wanted." "I never said anything of the sort." Seeing that the explanation was going so well he could afford to be magnanimous. "I must have imagined it," said Fanny. "She recovered, I suppose, and you got rid of her?" "Yes, I got rid of her all right." "Well," said Fanny, gathering herself up to go to bed, "I shouldn't worry any more about it. I'll make it straight with Barbara." She went up to Barbara's bedroom, where Barbara, still dressed, sat reading over the fire. "Come in, you darling," Barbara said. She got up and crouched on the hearthrug, leaving her chair for Fanny. Fanny came in and sat down. "Barbara," she said, "what's all this about Horatio and Mrs. Levitt?" "I don't know," said Barbara flatly, with sudden presence of mind. "I said you didn't. But the poor old thing goes on and on about it. He thinks you saw something the other day. Something you didn't understand. Did you?" Barbara said nothing. She stared away from Fanny. "Did you?" "Of course I didn't." "Of course you did. He says you must have seen. And it's worrying him no end." "I saw something. But he needn't worry. I understood all right" "What did you see?" "Nothing. Nothing that mattered." "It matters most awfully to me." "I don't think it need," said Barbara. "But it _does_. In a sense I don't mind what he does, and in a sense I do. I still care enough for that." "I don't think there was anything you need mind so awfully." "Yes, but there _was_ something. He said there was. He was afraid you'd misunderstand it. He said he was bending over her when you came in." "Well, he _was_ bending a bit." "What was _she_ doing?" "She was laughing." "In hysterics?" She saw it all. "I suppose you might call it hysterics. They weren't nice hysterics, though. She isn't a nice woman." "No. But he was making love to her, and she was laughing at him. She was nice enough for that." "If that's nice." "Why, what else could the poor woman do if she's honest?"