A flash of annoyance flitted over Edna’s lovely, delicate countenance.
“I see you have,” said I. “You were, indeed, thorough. Permit me to compliment you, my dear.”
“I am glad Hugh hasn’t been a saint.”
“Isn’t,” said I.
“That’s all in the past,” declared she.
“I saw them in a box at a London music hall night before last,” said I. “They were— They had been drinking.”
But Edna was not daunted. “You are a man of the world, Godfrey. Don’t pretend to be narrow.”
“When a man loves a woman——”
“Love is very different from that sort of thing, and you know it.”
“Has Margot heard——”