“Why should you want something different?” asked Clive innocently.
“Why not?” said Rose-Ann, challengingly. “Felix and I are different—why should we live like everybody else?”
“I’m glad to hear it,” said Clive. “I confess I thought you were going to.”
“Is that why you have been so distant and satirical with me today? Had you lost confidence in me already?”
“Forgive me,” he said.
“You are angry at some other girl,” said Rose-Ann shrewdly.
Clive smiled. “Perhaps you are right.”
“And if you gave me a hundred guesses,” said Rose-Ann, “perhaps I could guess the girl, too.”
“Perhaps you could,” he conceded.
“So it’s Phyllis. I’m sorry. I like her very much.”