"Well, you haven't seen it—and I have."
"Well put!" he allowed. "How did it happen?"
"Over something I said to her—something horrid."
"Well, then, why am I—?" Lynborough's hands expostulated eloquently.
"But you were the real reason, of course. She thinks you've turned us all against her; she says it's so mean to get her own friends to turn against her."
"Does she now?" asked Lord Lynborough with a thoughtful smile.
Norah too smiled faintly. "She says she's not angry with us—she's just sorry for us—because she understands——"
"What?"
"I mean she says she—she can imagine—" Norah's smile grew a little more pronounced. "I'm not sure she'd like me to repeat that," said Norah. "And of course she doesn't know I'm here at all—and you must never tell her."
"Of course it's all my fault. Still, as a matter of curiosity, what did you say to her?"