“Because Calderwell said that you were a dandy player, and I don't care for dandy players.”
Billy laughed now.
“And how do you know I'm not a dandy player, Sir Impertinent?” she demanded.
“Because I've heard you—when you weren't.”
“Thank you,” murmured Billy.
Cyril shrugged his shoulders.
“Oh, you know very well what I mean,” he defended. “I've heard you; that's all.”
“When?”
“That doesn't signify.”
Billy was silent for a moment, her eyes gravely studying his face. Then she asked: