"I was thinking of Miss Wellgood. Of course, for poor Harry—Wellgood's a dangerous enemy!" He paused a moment. "And the thing's so bad. He wasn't square with either of them, and they're both in love with him, I suppose!"
"This woman here in love with him? Really? Not only for the match?"
"I think so."
"I'm sorry for her then. She'd much better not be! Oh, I daresay he'll marry her. How much will that mean with Harry Belfield?"
Feeling in less danger of breaking her record, she loosed her hold of Andy's hand. He rose.
"I must be off. I've a lot to do to-morrow. Gilly'll have to look after the office. I've got to see Mr. Belfield among other things; and Harry wants me to see Vivien Wellgood—and, well, try to say something for him."
"Just like him! He breaks the pitcher and leaves you to sweep up the pieces!"
"Well, he can't see her himself, can he?"
"He'd make love to her again if he did. You may be sure of that!"
The door opened, and Sally Dutton came in in her dressing-gown, with her pretty hair all about her shoulders.