Though I revolted against the expression, I pretended to see nothing amiss.
"You mean just as Libby Jaynes had to drop the barbers and the pages in the hotel when she became Mrs. Tracy Allen."
He laughed nervously.
"Oh, I don't go as far as that. And yet if I did—"
"It wouldn't be too far." I gave him the impression that I was thinking the question out. "But you see, Hugh, dear, I don't see any difference between Mr. Strangways—"
"And me?"
"I wasn't going to say you, but between Mr. Strangways and the people you'd like me to know. Or rather, if I do see a difference it's that Mr. Strangways is so much more a man of the world than—than—"
Perceiving my embarrassment, he broke in:
"Than who?"
I took my courage in both hands.