"Well?"
"I think Grantley would have done what he said."
Christine was the last woman in the world to rest ignorant of what Grantley had said. Sibylla was again disappointingly ready to tell the whole thing without any pressure worth mentioning.
"And you really believe he would have?" Christine half whispered when she had heard the story.
"If I didn't believe it with my whole heart, I shouldn't be here. I should be—well, somewhere—with Walter Blake."
"Thank God you're not!"
"Why do you say that? The proprieties, Christine?"
"Oh, only partly; but don't you think lightly of them, all the same. And the rest of the reasons don't matter." Christine got up and walked across the room and back again before she came to a stand opposite Sibylla. "I call that a man worth being in love with," she said.
"Walter?"
"Heavens, no! Grantley Imason! Oh, I know he's your husband! But still——"