“I don't know; some vulgar gossip—nothing true.”
There was a silence, and in the darkness Hilary moistened his dry lips.
Bianca spoke: “May I ask how you knew of this?”
“Cecilia told me.”
A curious noise, like a little strangled laugh, fell on Hilary's ears.
“I am very sorry,” he muttered.
Presently Bianca said:
“It was good of you to tell me, considering that we go our own ways. What made you?”
“I thought it right.”
“And—of course, the man might have come to me!”