"How horrid you are! But it is quite true. Harry Brett is not in the least like you. He says just what he thinks."
"Does he? Lucky man! That is just what I am always trying to do. And he tells you all about the Darches, does he?"
"Oh no! He has never told me anything. But then, he would."
"That is just the same, you know."
"What makes you think there is anything wrong?" asked Vanbrugh, changing his tone and growing serious in his turn.
"So many things—it is dreadful! What o'clock is it?"
"Ten minutes to one."
"Have you time for another turn before I go in?"
"Of course—all the time. We can walk round Gramercy Park and down Irving Place."
Instinctively both were silent as they passed the door of Marion Darche's house and did not resume their conversation till they were twenty paces further down the street. Then Vanbrugh was the first to speak.