“What I said,” snapped Gordon testily, “had a general application to certain schools of philosophical thought. It did not apply, and never will apply, to questions of behaviour and propriety.”
“Diana is here, and you’re a lucky devil to have somebody to darn your socks. Does he pay you anything, Diana?”
She shook her head.
“I am living on my little capital,” she said plaintively, and Gordon felt a brute, but it was not until the next morning that he raised the subject again.
“I’m afraid I’ve been rather thoughtless, Diana,” he said. “Will you please buy anything you want and give me a note of any money you require?”
She leant back in her chair, laughing softly.
“You dear goop!” she said. “Of course I don’t want money! I am rolling in riches.”
“Then why did you tell Bobbie——”
“I like sympathy,” she said calmly. “And nobody gives me sympathy except Eleanor. She’s rather a pretty girl, isn’t she?”
“I haven’t noticed,” said Gordon.