“Damn them!”
“They are ORGANISING scandal.”
“It's no good waiting for things to overtake us,” I echoed; “they have overtaken us.” I turned on her. “What do you want to do?”
“Everything,” she said. “Keep you and have our work. Aren't we Mates?”
“We can't.”
“And we can't!”
“I've got to tell Margaret,” I said.
“Margaret!”
“I can't bear the idea of any one else getting in front with it. I've been wincing about Margaret secretly—”
“I know. You'll have to tell her—and make your peace with her.”