“It is impossible it should not have come to your ears?”
His face changed a little. If she had known it, she was irritating him by her persistence, although he acquitted her of intention.
“One may as well leave the idle talk of the season behind one,” he said gravely.
“One can’t, with the chief subject before one,” retorted Millie. “Confess. Haven’t you thought about it since you saw her?”
He hesitated, then allowed the fact, adding that thoughts might remain one’s own.
“Ah, you think me a chatterbox,” she said good-humouredly. “How tiresome! Here is another shower sweeping across.”
“Shall I get a cloak?”
“No. I really want to hear more. I am sure you can tell me.” She added with eagerness—“Which was to blame?”
“What a question!”
“Why, is it strange? Somebody was, I suppose. I have very little doubt myself that Mr Forbes was the sinner.”