“She said it?”
“In exactly those words. She said too, that she didn't want to see me again.”
“Oh—oh!” breathed Pilar. “Thank Heaven for that. You frightened me horribly—just for a moment.”
I stared. “And now—”
“Now I know there's some mistake—dreadful, but not too dreadful to clear up.”
I laughed again, as bitterly as I felt this time. “Extraordinary idea! Because she says she doesn't want to see me, there's a mistake—”
[pg 230] “Of course. Surely you aren't so cold-hearted, so disloyal, so—so stupid as to believe her? But tell me instantly all about it—everything; every word; every look.”
“Easily done,” I said, “if it won't bore you all. There were very few of either; but what there were left nothing to the imagination.”
“Imagination indeed!” exclaimed Pilar. “But go on.”
So I went on, and she listened to the end without interruption, as did the two others, who were only men, and therefore had no comments to make upon such matters.