"It's all right," said Wimsey to the girl. "I know you're straight, and I'll damn well see you through."
"What am I to do?"
"Tell the truth."
"It sounds so silly."
"They've heard lots of very much sillier stories than that."
"But—I don't want to—to be the one to——"
"You're still fond of him, then?"
"No!—but I'd rather it wasn't me."
"I'll be frank with you. I think it's going to be between you and him that suspicion will lie."
"In that case"—she set her teeth—"he can have what's coming to him."