“Doesn’t matter.”
The earnest girl’s train rumbled away over the bridge.
“I say, Helen—”
“Well?”
“Are we really going to follow up Mr. Bast?”
“I don’t know.”
“I think we won’t.”
“As you like.”
“It’s no good, I think, unless you really mean to know people. The discussion brought that home to me. We got on well enough with him in a spirit of excitement, but think of rational intercourse. We mustn’t play at friendship. No, it’s no good.”
“There’s Mrs. Lanoline, too,” Helen yawned. “So dull.”