"Well, I haven't. That is, not—not until he came on last month to see about the play."
"What play?"
"'Phantom Love.'"
"But why did you have to see him?"
"Because I am to be in the play."
"Not in his play?"
"No more his than Papa Claude's."
Quin's face darkened.
"I saw him for only a few minutes," Eleanor went on, "and Papa Claude was with us. I give you my word, Quin, I've never spoken to him alone, or answered one of his letters."
"Then he has been writing to you? What business has he got worrying you with letters and flowers when you have told him you are through with him?"