“I don’t know.”
Miss Amy got up.
“I shall telephone to Miss Waters and ask her.”
“No!” said Rosaleen. “Don’t! Please!... I’ll never let him come again....”
“That makes no difference. It’s my duty to know what sort of young men you’re asking into this house. I shall certainly ask Miss Waters for a little further information.”
“She won’t know!” cried Rosaleen. “He—she doesn’t know him very well.... He just happened to drop in at her studio one day....”
“Why?”
“To see about a picture....”
“Is he an artist?”
“I—don’t think so.”