“No.”
“Miss Schlegel, you are too kind.”
“Yes, indeed,” nodded Evie, a little contemptuously.
“You behave much too well to people, and then they impose on you. I know the world and that type of man, and as soon as I entered the room I saw you had not been treating him properly. You must keep that type at a distance. Otherwise they forget themselves. Sad, but true. They aren’t our sort, and one must face the fact.”
“Ye-es.”
“Do admit that we should never have had the outburst if he was a gentleman.”
“I admit it willingly,” said Margaret, who was pacing up and down the room. “A gentleman would have kept his suspicions to himself.”
Mr. Wilcox watched her with a vague uneasiness.
“What did he suspect you of?”
“Of wanting to make money out of him.”