Suddenly Tita turns to her.
"You think me entirely in the wrong," says she, "and Maurice altogether in the right. But there are things about Maurice I do not understand. Is he true or is he false? I never seem to know. I don't ask much of him—not half as much as he asks of me—and still——"
"What do you mean, Tita?" asks Margaret, a nervous feeling contracting her throat.
Has she heard, then?—does she know?
"I mean that he is unfair to me," says Tita, standing back from
Margaret, her eyes lighting. "For one thing, why did he ask Mrs.
Bethune to pour out tea this morning in my absence? Was there,"
petulantly, "no one else to ask?"
"She is his cousin."
"So are you."
"My dear, I am not married."
"More shame on you," says Tita, with the ghost of a smile. "Well, there was Miss Gower!"
"She is not married, either."