“Oh—you didn’t forget,” she said in her lowest voice.
“Oh?” said Justin again.
“You didn’t forget. You just put it off and put it off, because you didn’t like the bother, because you didn’t like Coral.”
“Well, I don’t!” he flung at her. “She’d get on any one’s nerves.”
“Oh well, she won’t bother you any more. She’s going abroad. Touring.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“My dear girl! it’s her own doing. We’ve offered her a home and income. She need never see a theatre again.”
Laura looked at him in a sort of despair.
“What’s the use of saying that? Do you know what you’re saying? ‘Oh, Sunflower, I’ve such a nice cellar for you! If you’ll come and live in it, you never need see the sun!’”
“You’re talking absolute nonsense,” said Justin austerely.