"Who is it?"
"Muriel Marston."
"The sister of that fellow you play cricket with?"
"Yes, that's it." He paused, hoping that now Ralph would help him out, but Ralph gave him no assistance, and Roland was forced to plunge again into his confession. "Well, you see, April knows nothing about it. I've been a bit of a beast, I suppose. As far as she is concerned the understanding still holds good. She's still in love with me, at least she thinks she is. It's—well, you see how it is."
"Yes, I quite see that. You've been playing that old game of yours, of running two girls in two different places, only this time it's gone less fortunately and you find you've got to marry one of them, and April's the one that's got to go?"
"If you put it that way——"
"Well, how else can I put it?"
"Oh, have it as you like."
"And what part exactly do you expect me to play in this comedy?"
"I want you to break the news to April."