'Yes, Gladys, a few.'
'Well, I hope you did not give him any unnecessary information?' said Gladys rather sharply.
'My dear, I told him everything I could think of. I did not think you would wish anything kept back from your old friend. His interest is very genuine.'
'I suppose so,' said Gladys coolly, as she began to coil her long tresses round her shapely head; 'we must take it for granted, anyhow. And what did he give you in exchange for all your interesting information? Did he condescend to tell you anything about himself?'
Miss Peck was wounded by the tone; such bitter and sarcastic words she had never heard fall from those gentle lips before.
'We had a long talk, Gladys, and I imagined—perhaps it was only imagination—that it relieved and made him happier to talk to me. His father is dead, and he has taken his mother home to his own house, and she will go with him abroad.'
'Where to? Is it quite decided? or has he already gone away?'
'Not yet, I think.'
'Did he ask where I was?'
'Yes.'