Andy raised his eyes to hers. "I owe almost everything I value most in the world to Harry, directly or indirectly; even what I owe to you and Jack came in a way through him."
"And he's never taken ten minutes' real trouble about you in his life."
"I'm not sure that makes any difference—even if it's true. He stands for all those things to me. As for Miss Vintry—" He shrugged his ponderous shoulders.
"Oh, by all means to blazes with Miss Vintry!" the Nun agreed pleasantly.
Miss Dutton put her head in at the door—her hair about her shoulders. "Ever coming to bed?"
"Not yet. I'm talking to Andy. Don't you see him, Sally?"
"It's not respectable."
"The window's open, there's a street lamp opposite, and a policeman standing under it. Good-night."
"Well, don't come into my room and wake me up jawing." Miss Dutton withdrew.
The Nun looked at Andy. "I wonder if it's quite fair to say 'To blazes with Miss Vintry!'"