“It doesn’t matter at all,” Michael interrupted. “I’m not going to marry her.”
“Oh, that’s splendid!” Maurice exclaimed. “I’ve been tremendously worried about you.”
Michael looked at him; he was wondering if it were possible that Maurice could be “tremendously worried” by anything.
“I want you to arrange matters,” said Michael. “I can’t go near the place again. She will probably prefer to go away from Ararat House. The rent is paid up to the June quarter. The furniture you can do what you like with. Bring some of it here. Sell the rest, and give her the money. Get rid of the woman who’s there—Miss Harper her name is.”
“But I shall feel rather awkward....”
“Oh, don’t do it. Don’t do it, then!” Michael broke in fretfully. “I’ll ask Guy.”
“You’re getting awfully irascible,” Maurice complained. “Of course I’ll do anything you want, if you won’t always jump down my throat at the first word I utter. What has happened, though?”
“What do you expect to happen when you’re engaged to a girl like that?” Michael asked.
Maurice shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh, well, of course I should expect to be badly let down. But then, you see, I’m not a very great believer in women. What are you going to do yourself?”