"Surely one need not hang one's self out of a window to listen to them," says Miss Knollys. "Why don't you confess the truth? You were looking at Maurice."
"Well, if you will have it," says Tita resentfully, "I was! I was curious to see if he was as ill-tempered looking as ever. I was foiled, however; I saw nothing but the back of his odious head."
"What a disappointment!" says Margaret, laughing with an irrepressible if rather unkind mirth.
"I dare say I shall get over it," coldly, with a distrustful glance at Margaret. "Well—how is he looking?"
At this Margaret laughs again.
"That was just what he asked about you!"
"About me!" frowning. "Fancy his asking anything about me! Well, and you said I was looking——"
"Lovely, but a little pale, as if you were pining."
"Margaret, you did not say that!"
"My dear child, of course I did. I am not sure about the pining, but I certainly said you looked pale. So you do. You couldn't expect me to tell a lie about it."