“Not at all well, I thought. She had been away for her holiday, but it doesn’t seem to have done her much good.”
“He went there and told them everything?”
“Yes—just after it happened. But he hasn’t seen them since that. I could see they believed him. It was no use all that I said. She looked so stern and—”
“Did you ask anything about Mr. Barfoot?”
“My dear, I didn’t venture to. It was impossible. But I feel quite sure that they must have broken off all intercourse with him. Whatever he may have said, they evidently didn’t believe it. Miss Barfoot is away now.”
“And what did you tell her about me?”
“Everything that you said I might, dear.”
“Nothing else—you are sure?”
Virginia coloured, but made asseveration that nothing else had passed her lips.
“It wouldn’t have mattered if you had,” said Monica indifferently. “I don’t care.”