“I did not know we were talking of him.”
“Oh, I must talk. I have been thinking of him ever since yesterday.”
“And why yesterday?”
“Because it was then I heard what the world is saying.”
“I should have thought you of all men would have hesitated to believe what the world says.”
“Is it wrong, then?” asked Fenwick eagerly.
She made a movement as of balancing her hands.
“It may or may not be. You will see.”
“You speak as if it were a matter of indifference,” he said so bitterly that she slowly turned her face towards him, and lifted her eyebrows.
“As it must be—to you,” she replied coldly.