"I want you to."
"Why?"
Alwynne blushed.
"Why this championship? I didn't know you and Mademoiselle Charette were such intimates?"
"It's just because we aren't. I like her, but——"
"But what?"
"Well—we had a row. You see—You won't tell, Clare?"
Clare smiled.
"She doesn't like you," blurted out Alwynne indignantly. "And I just want to show her how altogether wrong——"
"What a crime! How did you find it out?" Clare was amused.