“Oh, just what he’s said.”
“And what has he said? Has he talked about her to you?”
“He hasn’t talked about her. He’s just—just let things out.”
“What sort of things?”
“Only that sort.” She added, as if to herself: “I don’t believe he thinks much of her.”
Barbara’s self-control was miraculous. “I’ve understood that he was very much in love with her.”
“Well, perhaps he is.” Letty’s little movement of the shoulders hinted that an expert wouldn’t be of this opinion. “He may think he is, anyhow.”
“But if he thinks he is––”
Letty’s eyes rested on her visitor with their compelling candor. “I don’t believe men know much about love, do you, Miss Walbrook?”