'Her marriage, her coronation, her divorce. Poor Woman! What she must have suffered. Have you made any attempt to see her since you came back to Saint-Graal?'
'Ah, merci, non! If she wanted to see me, she'd send for me.'
'She sees no one, everybody says. But I should think she'd like to see you—her old playmate. If she should send for you—But I suppose I musn't ask you to tell me about it afterwards? Of course, like everybody else in her neighbourhood, I'm awfully interested in her.'
There was a moment's silence. She looked at the moss beneath her, and stroked it lightly with a finger-tip. Paul looked at her.
'You're horribly unkind,' he said at last.
'Unkind?' She raised wide eyes of innocent surprise.
'You know I'm in an agony of curiosity.'
'About what?'
'About you.'
'Me?'