“She can take care of herself for once. And—I never see you.”
“I should have said we met fairly often.”
“I don’t call it seeing to find you engulfed in a crowd.”
She lifted her eyebrows. “Since when have you been so desirous for a conversation à deux?”
Fenwick looked at her hardily. The look did not seem to agree with his words.
“You might have a little pity!”
“I have a great deal. I have just been expressing it to your Claudia.”
He frowned.
“To Claudia? And pity for me?”
“Oh no!” said Miss Arbuthnot in her softest voice. “For her.”