“What, with Letty Foulton!” he exclaimed.
“Why not?” she asked.
He drew a breath through his teeth. He could scarcely trust himself to speak for anger.
“You—are not serious?” he permitted himself to ask.
“Why not?” she demanded.
Hurd struggled to express himself with dignity.
“I should not consider such a marriage a suitable one, even if I were thinking of marrying at all,” he said.
She raised her eyebrows.
“No? Well, I suppose you know best,” she said carelessly. “Is there anything fresh down at Thorpe?”
She was angry about that fool of a girl, he told himself. A good sign. But what an actress! His conceit barely kept him up.