‘Well and good; I don’t care to hear about his affairs. So you dined with these Boscobel people?’
‘Yes.’
He smiled disagreeably.
‘I thought you were rather particular about telling the truth. You told Alice you never dined out.’
‘I don’t think I said that,’ Adela replied quietly.
He paused; then:
‘What fault have you to find with Alice, eh?’
Adela was not in the mood for evasions; she answered in much the same tone as she had used in speaking of Hubert.
‘I don’t think she likes me. If she did, I should be able to be more friendly with her. Her world is very different from ours.’
‘Different? You mean you don’t like Rodman?’