“It sounds like a sort of—a—demonstration.”
She glanced interrogatively at Grimshaw, who was apparently intent upon his dressing. He said pleasantly:
“I think I can promise you that there won’t be any scar.”
“Not on my arm, you mean?”
“Not on your arm.”
Attempting to interpret the derisive inflection of her voice, he asked lightly:
“I hope your house was well insured?”
“Oh, yes. Fully. This noise is very extraordinary.”
“I think I must insist upon shutting that window, Lady Selina. It would be unwise to run risks of taking cold, you know.”
“I don’t take cold.”