“Kate?” said Ianthe.
“She is so—so gone, so absolutely gone.”
“Gone?”
“Well, she’s really really in love, deeply, deeply,” he said looking away anywhere but at her sister’s eyes.
“With Chris Halton, do you mean?”
“Ho, ho!” he laughed, “Halton! Lord, no, with me, with me, isn’t she?”
“With you!”
But Ianthe was quite positive even a little ironical about that. “She is not, she rather dislikes you, Mr. Prince Charming, so there. We speak of you sometimes at night in bed—we sleep together. She knows what I think of you but she’s quite, well she doesn’t like you at all—she acts the heavy sister.”
“O,” said Masterman, groping as it were for some light in his darkness.
“She—what do you think—she warns me against you,” Ianthe continued.