“And you live out here by yourself, without any other woman? Aren’t you lonely?”
“I’m too busy.”
“You work with the men—just like one of them?”
“Just like a man,” Kate repeated evenly.
“It is quite—quite wonderful!” Beth subtly conveyed the impression that on the contrary she thought it was dreadful.
Kate drew back her head a little and looked at her visitor.
“Is it?” coolly.
“And Hugh never has told me a word about you—he’s been so reticent.” She laid her finger tips upon his arm in proprietory fashion while a sly malice shone through the mischievousness of her smile.
Disston colored.
Kate replied ironically: