“Why do you want to know, Miss Galbraith?” he asked, more gently.
They were walking on again now, and Mona looked straight before her as she replied: “I cannot tell you that, but I beg of you to tell me what I ask. Was it anything about me?” Mona had no idea that it was, and this was a purely strategic enquiry.
“No, it was not about you,—and now I hope you’re satisfied.”
“No, I’m not satisfied. Was it about you?”
“Yes, it was.”
“And was it something mean Patty had said about you?”
“Yes, it was.”
“Mr. Harper, you are not a true friend. You know Patty Fairfield couldn’t say a mean thing to save her life! And especially about you, one of her best friends!”
“Oh, I don’t think I’m that,” said Kenneth, in a cynical tone.
“You are, too! Now, are you sure Patty said this thing?”