‘Slightly. We have mutual friends.’ An ambiguous smile played across her face as she spoke. ‘This must have been taken after I saw him.’
‘It was taken just after our marriage.’
‘Quite so. He looks like a good little married man. The photograph is flattering.’
‘Oh, you think so!’ said Maude coldly. ‘My own impression is that it fails to do him justice.’
Her visitor laughed. ‘Of course that would be your impression,’ said she.
Maude’s gentle soul began to rise in anger.
‘It is the truth,’ she cried.
‘It is right that you should think so,’ the other answered, with the same irritating laugh.
‘You must have known him very slightly if you can’t see that it is the truth.’
‘Then I must have known him very slightly.’