"They were," said he. "And they may be again—when they are friends of ours."
"I'm not very good at making friends," she warned him. "I don't like many people." This time her unconscious and profound egotism pleased him. Evidently it did not occur to her that she should be eager to be friends with those people on any terms, that the only question was whether they would receive her.
She asked: "Why was Miss—Miss Burroughs so friendly?"
"Why shouldn't she be?"
"But I thought you threw her over."
He winced at this crude way of putting it. "On the contrary, she threw me over."
Dorothy laughed incredulously. "I know better. Mr. Tetlow told me."
"She threw me over," repeated he coldly. "Tetlow was repeating malicious and ignorant gossip."
Dorothy laughed again—it was her second glass of champagne. "You say that because it's the honorable thing to say. But I know."
"I say it because it's true," said he.