"Well," observed the girl deliberately, "if you think this money came from Caprice, I certainly would not touch it. Why don't you ask her?"
"I can't; she's been so disagreeable to me lately."
"Oh!"
Eugénie Rainsford was of a very jealous temperament, and she began to feel vaguely jealous of this actress whom Keith seemed to know so well. She remained silent for a few moments, during which Keith felt somewhat awkward. He was not in love with Kitty, nor, as far as he knew, was she in love with him, yet he saw that some instinct had warned Eugénie against this woman.
"Come, Eugénie," said Keith, putting his arm round her slender waist; "you mustn't be angry with me the first night we meet."
"I'm not angry," said the girl, turning her face towards him; "but I'd like to see this Caprice."
"So you shall, dear--on the stage."
"Why not in private?"
Keith frowned, and pulled his moustache in a perplexed manner.
"Well, she's hardly a fit person for a girl to see."