"Why do you say that?" she asked.
He lifted his head. With each moment he felt more certain of
himself. "Because that is my attitude," he said. "As a man I
admire your imagination, but as a man I fail to follow your
reasoning."
The words and the tone both stung her. "Do you realize the
position?" she asked, sharply. "Do you realize that, whatever
your plans are, I can spoil them?"
Loder still met her eyes. "I realize nothing of the sort," he
said.
"Then you admit that you are not Jack Chilcote?"
"I neither deny nor admit. My identity is obvious. I can get
twenty men to swear to it at any moment that you like. The
fact that I haven't worn rings till now will scarcely interest
them."
"But you do admit--to me, that you are not Jack?"
"I deny nothing--and admit nothing. I still offer my
congratulations."
"Upon what?"
"The same possession--your imagination."
Lillian stamped her foot. Then, by a quick effort, she
conquered her temper. "Prove me to be wrong!" she said, with
a fresh touch of excitement.
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