“No,” said Hetty, almost fiercely. “I don’t know. But Larry wasn’t there?”
Clavering shook his head, but there was a curious incisiveness in his tone. “Still, we found out that his committee was consulted and countenanced the affair.”
“Then Larry wasn’t at the meeting,” said Miss Torrance. “He couldn’t have been.”
Clavering made her a little and very graceful inclination. “One would respect such faith as yours.”
Miss Schuyler, who was a young woman of some penetration, deftly changed the topic, and Clavering came near to pleasing her, but he did not quite succeed, before he took his departure. Then Hetty glanced inquiringly at her companion.
Flora Schuyler nodded. “I know just what you mean, and I was mistaken.”
“Yes?” said Hetty. “Then you like him?”
Miss Schuyler shook her head. “No. I fancied he was clever, and he didn’t come up to my expectations. You see, he was too obvious.”
“About Larry?”
“Yes. Are you not just a little inconsistent, Hetty?”