"Of course not. How could I know that you were sitting on the bed till I opened the door? I came to ask if you really would have nothing to eat. There are some nice fresh scones downstairs."
"No, thank you, I am not hungry."
Juliet's tone expressed no gratitude. Already she divined that Salome had come mainly from a desire to find out how she had spent the afternoon.
"Where did you have tea?" asked Salome.
"With a friend," replied Juliet laconically, still retaining her position on the bed, and swinging her feet faster than before.
"Of course," replied Salome, with mild sarcasm; "I did not suppose it was with an enemy. That is no answer to my question."
"It is near enough," said Juliet. "I do not see that it matters to you with whom I took tea."
"Really, Juliet, it is hard if a sister cannot ask so simple a thing as that!"
"You may ask, of course,—as many questions as you like,—but I do not feel bound to answer them."
"I must say, Juliet, you are very polite."