"I'm sure she couldn't have seen you. Why should she cut you?"
Woolf had his own reasons for surmising why she had done so, but he was not going to give them.
"I should like you to drop that friendship," he said vindictively.
"Drop Lexie? Me? You're joking!"
"I'm not."
Maggy very seldom argued with Woolf. Her subjugation was nearly complete, but she still had some spirit left. She showed it now.
"I gave up living with Lexie to come to you," she reminded him.
"Do you regret it?"
"I don't, but I probably shall. Anyway, instead of turning up her nose at me she's behaved like a darling. I couldn't go back on her. Why, I—I'd rather have drowned Mrs. Slightly's kittens with my own hands than been so mean as that!"
"Well, you needn't lunch with her at Mrs. Lambert's. You might meet Lord Chalfont there."