She shrugged her shoulders; her speech had been scarcely a discreet one.
“I should not have imagined,” she said, “that Mr. Sabin would have come within the circle of your friends.”
“I do not know why he should not,” Wolfenden said. “I consider him a very interesting man.”
She smiled upon him.
“Yes, he is interesting,” she said; “only I should not have thought that your tastes were at all identical.”
“You seem to know a good deal about him,” Wolfenden remarked quietly.
For a moment an odd light gleamed in her eyes; she was very pale. Wolfenden moved towards her.
“Blanche,” he said, “has anything gone wrong with you? You don’t look well.”
She withdrew her hands from her face.