“About then. He was passing through Calcutta on his way home.”
“Ah!” significantly.
“Then you were engaged,” scathingly, “and with your customary changeableness have broken it off again?”
“Yes, that’s about it. But this was a record in quick changes.”
“Why?—how?” irritably, feeling there was something she did not understand.
“Merely that it only lasted one evening.”
“One evening!” incredulously.
“Yes. But, of course, you do not care to hear about it. I quite understand that my affairs in any shape or form are not of the slightest interest to you,” which was quite a long sentence for Lawrence.
For a few minutes Paddy felt squashed; then her curiosity got the better of her.
“Did Miss Carew do it?” she asked.