"Don't she? She hardly talks about anything else. She writes to him all the time and wears his picture in her watch!"
"Do you know that?"
"Of course I know it. She can't talk about him at home, so she pours it all out to me."
"But haven't you told her what you know about him?"
"I've hinted at it, but she won't believe me because she knows I hate him. I wanted to tell her about what he said to me, and about that nurse he got into trouble out at the hospital; but I was afraid it might make an awful row and spoil everything for Papa Claude."
"I don't care who it spoils things for! She's got to be told." Quin's eyes were blazing.
"But perhaps if we leave it alone he'll get tired of her. They say he keeps after a girl until he gets her engaged to him, then drops her."
"He'd never drop Miss Nell. No man would. He'd be trying to marry her."
"But what can we do? The more people talk about him, the more she's going to take up for him. That's Nell all over."
"Couldn't Mr. Martel——"