"You haven't even suggested it?"
"No!"
She rose, turning away from the bed where she had been sitting, with the tears smarting in her eyes. Janet looked after her, an expression of contemplation pursing her features, wrinkling her forehead.
"I think I'll go and see Mr. Traill," she said slowly.
Sally wheeled round, her heel a pivot to the motion.
"What for?" she asked.
"I think he'd better be told that he can't play indiscriminately with women like you."
"He's not playing," Sally retorted violently. "You're cruel, Janet. If you do go to him, I'll never speak to you again."
"That's quite possible; I should expect that," Janet replied imperturbably. "Whenever one tries to arrange the affairs of people who cannot arrange them themselves, one must anticipate that sort of treatment."
"Ah, but you don't understand," Sally pleaded piteously. "He would hate any interference of that sort. He would hate me through it. We don't look at the thing in the same light that you do. You make a business of it. Do you think if I had ever seen it in that light, I could have done what I have done? You know I couldn't. I should loathe myself too. I tell you, we love each other. There can be no question of settlement in such a case as that."