“Don’t you?” he said, coming nearer and looking at her closely. “Don’t you understand that you are a beautiful woman and I am a man? Have you forgotten that it’s nearly three, and you are in my room, the room next which you begged to be moved? They were a little puzzled at your wanting that key so badly, and when you’re found here _en negligée_--for you will be found here--I think I know the world well enough to judge what construction will be placed upon that discovery.” For the moment she forgot about everything but the personal aspect of the situation in which she found herself. That this man of all others should be willing to compromise her reputation awakened the bitterest contempt for him. “I thought at least _you_ were a _man_!” she cried. “I am,” he returned without heat. “That’s just it, Miss Cartwright, I’m a man, and you are a woman.” “And I thought you were my friend,” she exclaimed indignantly. “Please don’t bandy the name of friendship with me,” he said with a sneer. “You of all women that live, to dare to talk like that! You knew I liked you--liked you very much, and because you were so sure of it, you wheedled me into betraying myself. You smiled and lied and pledged our friendship, and called to mind those days in Paris, which were the happiest recollections of all my life. And yet it was all done so that you might get enough out of me to lead me, with a prison sentence awaiting me, to the man who gives you your orders.” He took a few swift paces up and down the room. “This indignation of yours is a false note. We’ll keep to the main facts. You are sworn to betray me, and I am sworn to defeat you.” “Don’t think that,” she said wretchedly; “I wasn’t--” “And when I told you the truth,” he went on inexorably, “you asked me to go into the garden where they were waiting for me.” “I couldn’t help it,” she said, as calmly as she was able. “And when you thought I was sending the necklace here you trumped up a flimsy excuse so that you might be able to steal in here and get it. Is that sort of thing in your code of friendship?” “I wasn’t trying to trap you,” she explained. “I thought you were innocent, and I wanted to convince them of it, too.” “No doubt,” he said tauntingly, “and when you found out I was guilty, you still tried to save me, I suppose, by asking me to walk into their trap?” The girl made an effort to defend her course of action. She knew that without the admission of the truth he must feel his point of view unassailable, but she wanted him not to think too hardly of her. “After all,” she declared, “you had broken the law. You are guilty. Why should my behavior be so called into account?” “It isn’t that at all,” he returned impatiently. “You didn’t play the game fairly. You used a woman’s last weapon--her sex. Well, I can play your game, too, and I will. You shall stay here till morning.” “You don’t dare to keep me!” she cried. “Oh, yes, I do,” he retorted easily.