‘That’s enough,’ says Carew. ‘You didn’t hit it off with her, evidently.’
Susan hesitates, and as usual is lost.
‘I can’t bear her,’ says she.
‘And that lovely girl who drove home with Mr. Crosby?’ asks Betty.
‘Ah, she is even lovelier than I thought,’ says Susan, with increased enthusiasm. She finds it quite easy to praise her now. ‘And so charming! She wished particularly to be introduced to me, and——’
‘Did she?’—from Betty. ‘What a good thing that she likes you! If she marries Mr. Crosby she may be very useful to us.’
‘I don’t think she is going to marry him,’ says Susan thoughtfully.
‘No?’—with growing interest. ‘They’—casting back her thoughts—‘looked very like it on Sunday. How do you know?’
‘I asked him,’ says Susan simply.
‘What!’ They all sit up in a body. ‘You—asked him?’