“I should like,” Miss Merton said, “to tell you about Lord Wolfenden and myself.”
Helène smiled languidly.
“You will excuse me, I am sure,” she said. “It is scarcely a matter which interests me.”
Miss Merton flushed angrily. She was at a disadvantage and she knew it.
“I thought that you were very much interested in Lord Wolfenden,” she said spitefully.
“I have found him much pleasanter than the majority of Englishmen.”
“But you don’t care to hear about him—from me!” Miss Merton exclaimed.
Helène smiled.
“I have no desire to be rude,” she said, “but since you put it in that way I will admit that you are right.”
The girl bit her lip. She felt that she had only partially succeeded. This girl was more than her match. She suddenly changed her tactics.