“There ought to be more seats about somewhere,” said Sydney. “Come up to the divan, old Peter....”
Of course Peter must object to Huntley. They were scarcely out of the Sheldricks’ house when he began. “That man Huntley’s a bad egg, Joan. Everybody knows it.”
For a time they disputed about Huntley.
“Peter,” said Joan, with affected calm, “is there any man, do you think, to whom so—so untrustworthy a girl as I am might safely talk?”
Peter seemed to consider. “There’s chaps like Troop,” he said.
“Troop!” said Joan, relying on her intonation.
“It isn’t that you’re untrustworthy,” said Peter.
“Fragile?”
“It’s the look and tone of things.”
“I wonder how you get these ideas.”