"He came to see me last night."
"Well?"
"He took me out to dinner."
"Very good thing too. You want a little of that sort of entertaining. Did he advise you to go?"
"No—"
"Then what?"
She could see the colour mounting and falling in Sally's cheeks and her suspicions sped to a conclusion.
"He made love to me," said Sally. Her hand went to her eyes. She covered them.
"Oh, I see. You want to get away from him? You don't like him? Think he's going to be a nuisance?"
"No, it's not that." She still hid her face. "I don't think he'd ever come and see me again, now."