"Yes, but to you just now."
"You are sure to make me tell you sooner or later," says Miss Kavanagh, "and even if I didn't, Tommy would. I met Mr. Dysart at that gallery to-day."
"Felix?" says Mrs. Monkton, feeling herself an abominable hypocrite; yet afraid to confess the truth. Something in the girl's whole attitude forbids a confession, at this moment at all events.
"Yes."
"Well?"
"Well?"
"He was glad to see you, darling?" very tenderly.
"Was he? I don't know. He looked very ill. He said he had had a bad cough. He is coming to see you."
"You were kind to him, Joyce?"
"I didn't personally insult him, if you mean that."