Olga resorted to the mean trick of treading on Goosie's foot and apologising. That was cowardly because it was sure to come out sometime. And Goosie again trod on dangerous ground by saying that if the Page had trod like that, there was no need for any footsteps to be marked for him.
It was snowing fast, and Mrs Weston's wheels left a deep track, but in spite of that, Daisy and Robert had not gone fifty yards from the door when they came to a full stop.
"Now, what is it?" said Daisy. "Out with it. Why did you talk about the discovery of muslin?"
"I only said that we were fortunate in a medium whom after all you picked up at a vegetarian restaurant," said he. "I suppose I may indulge in general conversation. If it comes to that, why did you talk about exposure in the papers?"
"General conversation," said Mrs Quantock all in one word. "So that's all, is it?"
"Yes," said Robert, "you may know something, and—"
"Now don't put it all on me," said Daisy. "If you want to know what I think, it is that you've got some secret."
"And if you want to know what I think," he retorted, "it is that I know you have."
Daisy hesitated a moment, the snow was white on her shoulder and she shook her cloak.
"I hate concealment," she said. "I found yards and yards of muslin and a pair of Amadeo's eyebrows in that woman's bedroom the very day she went away."