"What d'you mean?"
"Oh, he fired you."
"He didn't! I left of my own accord." Fancy's lie came impetuously.
"Did you know that he's after Miss Payson, now?"
"So I've heard."
"You're remarkably amiable about it, my dear. You didn't really care for him, then?" His smile was unendurable.
"I never explain. If people can't understand without explanations, they never can with them."
"Then you don't mind it at all?" he insisted.
"No—I don't mind it. I'm glad." The words came from her slowly, this time.
"What d'you mean?"