"But," anxiously, "is it so open?"
"I leave that to your own judgment," a little warmly. "You," with rather sharp question, "are a friend of Isabel's?"
"Yes, yes," quickly. "You know that. But——"
"But?" sternly.
"I like Lady Swansdown, too," says she, with some determination. "I find it hard to believe that she can—can——"
"Be false to her friend," supplements he. "Have you yet to learn that friendship ends where love begins?"
"You think——?"
"That she is in love with Baltimore."
"And he?"
"Oh!" contemptuously; "who shall gauge the depth of his heart? What can he mean?" he has risen and is now pacing angrily up and down the small space before her. "He used to be such a good fellow, and now——Is he dead to all sense of honor, of honesty?"