'And what does it amount to?'
He regarded her steadily, with a smile of indifference.
'They say'—she gazed at him as if constrained to do so—'that you are going into the Church.' And as soon as she uttered the last word, a painful laugh escaped her.
'Nothing else? No comments?'
'I think Miss Moorhouse finds it difficult to understand.'
'Miss Moorhouse?' He reflected, still smiling. 'I shouldn't wonder. She has a sceptical mind, and she doesn't know me well enough to understand me.'
'Doesn't know you well enough?'
She repeated the words mechanically. Peak gave her a keen glance.
'Has she led you to suppose,' he asked, 'that we are on intimate terms?'
'No.' The word fell from her, absently, despondently.