“It is impossible to have too much of a good thing. But I must not look any more. Though Agatha says she does not love me, I am not sure that she would be pleased if I were to look for love from anyone else.”
“Says she does not love you! Don’t believe her; she has taken trouble enough to catch you.”
“I am flattered. You caught me without any trouble, and yet you would not have me.”
“It is manners to wait to be asked. I think you have treated Gertrude shamefully—I hope you won’t be offended with me for saying so. I blame Agatha most. She is an awfully double-faced girl.”
“How so?” said Trefusis, surprised. “What has Miss Lindsay to do with it?”
“You know very well.”
“I assure you I do not. If you were speaking of yourself I could understand you.”
“Oh, you can get out of it cleverly, like all men; but you can’t hoodwink me. You shouldn’t have pretended to like Gertrude when you were really pulling a cord with Agatha. And she, too, pretending to flirt with Sir Charles—as if he would care twopence for her!”
Trefusis seemed a little disturbed. “I hope Miss Lindsay had no such—but she could not.”
“Oh, couldn’t she? You will soon see whether she had or not.”