"I'm going to pay it back when—when——"
"Yes, of course, Jeremy dear. How much was it?"
Grantley lit a cigarette, and came as near looking uncomfortable as the ingrained composure of his manner allowed.
"Five thousand," said Jeremy. "Wasn't it splendid of him? So, you see, I could afford——"
"Five thousand to Jeremy!" said Sibylla. She turned on Grantley. "And how much to John Fanshaw?"
"You women are all traitors. Christine had no business to say a word. It was pure business; he pays me back regularly. And Jeremy's going to pay me back too. Come, I haven't done any harm to either of them."
"No, not to them," she said. And she added to Jeremy: "Go and tell Christine. She'll be delighted to hear about you and Eva."
"By Jove, I will! I say, I'm really sorry, Grantley."
"You ought to be. No, you may do anything except shake my hand again."
"I can't help being so dashed jolly, you know."