"You said it with a good deal of conviction a moment ago. What makes you—?" His eyes met hers.
"Who told you about Sally? I never did," the Nun exclaimed.
"Harry, after our first supper."
"Here was rather the same case—only, of course, she never knew the other girl. I think that makes a difference. And she never really had a chance. That makes no difference, I suppose. The policeman's gone. I expect you'd better go too, Andy."
Andy swung his legs over the window-sill. "Are you going to try and put your oar in?" he asked.
"Would you think me wrong if I did?"
Andy sat quite a long while on the window-sill, dangling his legs over the pavement of High Street.
"I've thought about it a good deal," he answered. "Especially lately."
She knelt on the broad low bench just behind him. "Yes, and the result—when you're ready?"
"I think a row would be the best thing that could happen." He turned his face round to her as he spoke.