Bent's laughter died, and he gazed at the ash of his cigarette. "He's really quite serious about it, isn't he?"
"Oh, yes. It's an awful nuisance, because, in his way, he has a will as strong as mine."
Bent smiled. "I'm glad I'm not in his boots. You're fearfully stubborn, Gretchen."
"Because I insist on marrying whom I choose?"
"Because you insist on not marrying me."
Miss Janney sank in a chair by the table, fingering the pages of a magazine. She said nothing in reply, but in a few moments spoke carelessly.
"Tell me something about Lawrence Berkely, will you?"
"Larry? You've only met him once. Your curiosity is indecent."
"You know he's coming here with the Wrays."
"Not really? That's going a bit strong. I don't think I'll stand for that."