"Yes, and there's another thing!" Claudia, reminded by Olivia's admission as to figures, returned to her direct challenge. "Women!"
There was a general groan.
"He's very unsound there," interjected Edgar, cheerfully. "You'd better go no further."
"By the way, Olivia." Claudia was diverted from her argument. "Have you ever met an awful girl—an artist—called Amy Roberts?"
"O-oh!" exclaimed Olivia, in disgust. "Where on earth did you meet her?"
"At Patricia's—Patricia Quin's."
"Such a nice girl," said Mrs. Mayne, aside to Gaythorpe. "A friend of Edgar's."
Instantly Gaythorpe shot a glance of inexpressible malice at Edgar.
"Indeed," he said, politely. There was benign poison in his encouraging tone. He beamed upon Mrs. Mayne, hoping for further information about Edgar's friend, immediately recalling the Miss Fly-away of their conversation.
"Patricia Quin?" repeated Olivia, doubtfully. "Oh, a fair girl—. Isn't she Harry Greenlees's mistress?"