“Nothing of the sort,” and Fifi whipped out a vanity case, and readjusted her cosmetic adornment.
“Then I take it you two are not friends?”
“We most certainly are not. I wouldn’t do anything in the world to injure Eunice Embury—in fact, I’d help her, even now—though she scorned my assistance—but we’re not friends—no!”
“All right, I just wanted to know. Ask right out—that’s my motto.”
“It seems to be! Anything else you are thirsting to learn?”
“Yes’m. You know that ‘Hamlet’ performance—you and Mis’ Embury went to?”
“Yes,” said Fifi, cautiously.
“You know you accused her of talkin’ it over with you—”
“She did!”
“Yes’m—I know you say she did—I got that from Mr. Shane—but, lemme tell you, ma’am, friendly like, you want to be careful how you tell that yarn—’cause they’s chance fer a perfectly good slander case against you!”