"I never told her Mark was married."
"I think she knows."
"I wonder if that would stop her," said Iris, reflectively. "I can't help feeling that if by some dreadful Kismet Douglas had been already married when we met, I should have given myself to him just the same. I should simply have had to. I'm sure that in some former incarnation——"
"You know nothing about it," said Julian unceremoniously. "You have been a foolish little girl, and the only thing left for you to do is to forget the extremely poor taste in which you have been behaving. I should like to know what made you come and tell me about it, though."
"I thought you could talk to Mark." Miss Easter wept piteously, looking so very youthful that Julian felt inclined to relent.
"That shows how very little you know about it. I have no intention of insulting Mark by doing anything of the kind, and if I did, he would very properly kick me out of the house. Stop crying, please."
"Wouldn't it be better if Miss Marchrose were to leave the College?"
"What for? Now stop being so childish and let me fetch you a glass of water. Mr. Garrett will want to know why you have been crying."
"I always, always tell Douglas everything. We've promised never to have any secrets from one another. Perfect confidence is the only way to married happiness."
"You can tell me about that after you've been married a year or two. But now I want you to listen to me."