She made no reply. The fact was she was too disturbed to be able to reply.
Jean called again and then got out of bed and thudded across the room to her bedside.
"I say, Mimi," he screeched in his insistent treble, "who was it you were talking to?"
Mimi's heart did not beat, it jumped.
"When? Where?"
"This afternoon, when I was having my hair cut."
"How do you know I was talking to anybody?"
"Ada saw you through the window of the barber's."
"When did she tell you?"
"She didn't. I heard her telling mamma."