Unconcernedly, Lennox smiled. The smile lit his face. From sombre it became radiant.
"That's all very well. The point is what you would think. Would you think it square to throw a man over as she threw me?"
Cassy showed her teeth. "If I didn't care for him, certainly I would."
"But if you did?"
That was too much. Cassy exclaimed at it. "If! If! How can I tell? I don't know. I lack experience."
"But not heart."
He was right about that, worse luck. How it beat, too! It would kill her though to have him suspect it.
"I do wish you would tell me," he added.
Cassy, casting about, felt like an imbecile and said brilliantly: "Haven't you a match? Shall I fetch one?"
Lennox extracted a little case. "Thanks. It's an answer I'd like."