“Are you?”
“I didn’t give myself the chance,” she replied, “When I found that things were going wrong between Maurice and me, I just told him so.”
“But you did care for him very much, didn’t you?” he ventured.
She considered the matter indifferently.
“I suppose I did once, in a way,” she decided. “He was rather a dear, but a very obvious person in many respects. I always felt I knew exactly what he was going to do or say, and that does get so irritating. I am perfectly certain that we should have led a cat-and-dog life if we had married.”
Jacob looked across the little round table. For the first time during the evening, Lady Mary’s eyes met his. They were amazingly blue, and Jacob lost his head.
“As for me, I am a faithless brute,” he confessed. “I used to think there couldn’t be any other girl in the world except Sybil. But I changed. I was glad when I found that she was married.”
“Did you change because of another girl?” Lady Mary asked softly.
“Yes,” Jacob faltered.
“Then why don’t you tell the other girl so?”