“I’m awfully sorry,” he said, “that I came here like that. Awfully sorry. It wasn’t fair to you. But I didn’t realize what I was doing.”
Frances laughed shortly.
“Don’t bother to apologise. Why should I object to being alone all night with two drunken beasts——”
“I say!” he protested.
“It’s evident,” she went on, “that you don’t know at all how I look at that. How I loathe it. I’d rather not talk about it at all. I’d rather you’d go.”
“You don’t mean that, Frankie, old girl!”
“I do!”
He searched her face.
“Frankie, you don’t mean ... I see you do, though. Very well, I’ll go.... But, Frankie!... Good-bye!”
“Good-bye!” said Frankie.