"Charming fellow, Mount."
"Do you like him?" I asked amazed.
"I neither like him nor dislike him," he said evenly. "He's a charming fellow, isn't he?"
"Oh, that's the tag they put on him," I said impatiently.
He returned his attention to the shorthand book. This unnatural pretence of indifference exasperated me beyond bearing.
"I believe they're preparing to get married," I said brutally.
"We expected that, didn't we?"
"Don't you care?"
"Not overmuch."
I knew he lied.