Charlie made the noise usually written 'Pshaw!'
'Oh, my dear Sybil,' he said, 'Queen Anne is dead, the prophets are dead. There are heaps of old histories.'
Sybil Massington stopped.
'Now, I am going to ask you a question,' she said. 'You inquired a few minutes ago whether Dorothy Emsworth was going to act in New York. Why did you ask? You said it was from mere curiosity; is that true? You can say yes again, if you wish.'
'I don't wish,' said he. 'It wasn't true then, and I don't suppose it will be by now. You mean that Bertie saw a good deal of her at one time, but how much neither you nor I know.'
Sybil turned, and began walking home again rather quickly.
'How disgusting!' she said.
'Your fault,' he said—' entirely your fault.'
'But won't it be rather awkward for him?' she asked, walking rather more slowly.
'I asked him that the other night,' said Charlie; 'he said he didn't know.'