“I didn't care any more when you told me I wasn't to come here.”
Still Hilary did not speak.
“I haven't done anything wrong,” she said, with tears in her voice.
“No, no,” said Hilary; “of course not!”
The little model choked.
“It's my profession.”
“Yes, yes,” said Hilary; “it's all right.”
“I don't care what he thinks; I won't go again so long as I can come here.”
Hilary touched her shoulder.
“Well, well,” he said, and opened the front door.