Miss Drew reappeared at that moment, with the tidings that luncheon would be ready in five minutes.
"Thanks. I'll go and wash," North said, and went out.
Sally eyed her sister's back speculatively. "Tell him the truth?"
"No."
"Fool."
"I couldn't. It's no use arguing: you just don't understand."
"He'd prefer the true story to the obvious alternative."
"You're wrong. He knows there was nothing between Ernie and me."
"Does he?" said Sally.
Helen wheeled round. "What do you mean?"