“Stay here?” He glanced at her in surprise, and then, walking to the window, looked out upon the dusky slumber of the garden.
“Why not?” she said at length, in a tone of veiled irritation.
“The place is full of old cats in caps who gossip with the chaplain. Shall you like—I mean, it would be different if—”
She flamed up.
“Do you suppose I care? It’s none of their business.”
“Of course not; but you won’t get them to think so.”
“They may think what they please.”
He looked at her doubtfully.
“It’s for you to decide.”
“We’ll stay,” she repeated.