“You didn’t see him.”
“No, and I didn’t hear him—or I should have known at once. But it was Louis, of course, and when Mr Gleason said ‘You’re both Lindsays,’ and referred to the stepmother, of course it fitted Louis as well as you. Louis wanted money—you know that?”
“Yes, I know that.”
“Has he got it—yet?”
“He will have it to-morrow. A—a friend is going to let me have it for him.”
“Who?”
“Mr Pollard.”
“You seem to be able to get money easily!”
“Mr Pollard is my fiance.”
Phyllis remembered suddenly that Pollard had told her she might want to say that, and just now, in the presence of this girl of a lower class and of a lesser degree of refinement, Phyllis felt a sudden impulse to justify her position. To her mind, to take money from one’s fiance made correct what would otherwise be a questionable thing to do.