"And you're disgracefully sentimental."
She finished her tea and sat back, regarding her neat boots.
"Walter Blake's back in town," she went on.
"He's been yachting, hasn't he?"
"Yes, for nearly two months. I met him at the Selfords'."
A moment's pause followed.
"There was some talk——" began Kate Raymore tentatively.
"It was nonsense. There's some talk about everybody."
Kate laughed.
"Oh, come, speak for yourself, Christine."