"No, you do it with your eyes, and your delutherin' tongue, but it's just as bad. You are a thief and a robber, and you're no friend of mine."
"Are you really in earnest, Gwen?" said Ethel altering her light tone.
"Of course I am."
"If I thought you were truly interested, but I know you are not."
"What makes you say that? How do you know I'm not?"
"I know by the expression that came into your face when Kenneth Hilary entered the room the other night, and by the same look which was evident when you heard he had sold a picture."
Gwen flushed uncomfortably. "That is all your imagination," she said after a moment's silence. "It is perfect nonsense. He is nothing whatever to me, nor am I anything to him. I should think by this time you would have found that out."
"Have you quarrelled? Of course I have noticed that you see nothing of him lately."
"No, we haven't exactly quarrelled, but he is as poor as a church mouse and has no business to be thinking of anything but his career. If he marries at all, it should be a rich girl; otherwise he will have his nose to the grindstone for the rest of his days and his future will be ruined."
"Have you told him so?" asked Ethel slyly.