He threw back his head with fine confidence.
"I don't know her."
"It's Diane Eveleth. She says—"
"I can imagine what she says. If I were you, I wouldn't pay it more attention than it deserves."
"It deserves a good deal—if it's true."
"Not from you, Mademoiselle. It belongs to a region into which your thought shouldn't enter."
"My thought does enter it, I'm afraid. In fact, I think of it so much that I've invited Mrs. Eveleth to come here this afternoon. I hope you don't mind meeting her?"
"Certainly not. Why should I?" he demanded, with an air of conscious rectitude.
Miss Grimston touched a bell.
"Ask Mrs. Eveleth to come in," she said to the footman who answered it.