He rose courteously and picked up the fragments.
"It will spoil the set," he remarked, coolly.
"Girl—girl! What girl?" she demanded.
She was white to the lips, and her gray eyes seemed to have grown dark, almost black.
"A girl whom he found staying in the house," he rejoined, with a cool ease that maddened her. "I can describe her, for Blair was minute to weariness. She is tall, graceful, has auburn hair, large and expressive eyes, a small mouth, a clear, musical voice, an angelic smile——"
She put up her hand.
"Are—are you saying all this to—to play with me?" she said, and her voice was almost hoarse.
He raised his brows and looked above her head with an air of surprise.
"No. They are his own words," he said.