“I think,” she said softly, “your love for her is very beautiful.”
“Was,” said Virgil uneasily. “I’ve—I’ve trodden it under.”
Sarah shuddered.
“Hush,” she said. “Hush. Don’t talk like that, Virgil. It’s—it’s blasphemy.”
As she spoke, a page came to the table.
“Mr. Pardoner, sir?”
“Yes,” said Virgil.
“Miss Townshend would like to speak to you, sir, on the telephone.”
Pardoner started. Then he turned to Sarah with a sheepish smile.
“Who’s come in on this little deal?” he demanded.