"Wait!"
Lynn put her hand to her forehead as though bewildered.
"Just a minute, Del. I don't quite understand. What is it that you think?"
"Don't fence with me, dear, any longer. That green-eyed harpy of a Langham-Greene has got hold of the whole affair. You have been seen leaving the Chatham late at night; you have been seen dismissing a sleigh on Pine Avenue and walking home."
"Yes."
"You know! But, Lynn, how can you take it so coolly? Don't you realise what a terrible thing it is?"
"In what way?"
"Why, my dear, dear girl, your reputation is gone if we can't refute these statements; you must know that."
"Yes, I know."
"You—know!"