“Does he annoy you?”
Her expression baffled Hilary; there seemed a sort of slow enjoyment in it. She looked up knowingly.
“I don't mind him—he won't hurt me. Mr. Dallison, do you think blue or green?”
Hilary answered shortly: “Bluey-green.”
She clasped her hands, changed her feet with a hop, and went on walking as before.
“Listen to me,” said Hilary; “has Mrs. Hughs been talking to you about her husband?”
The little model smiled again.
“She goes on,” she said.
Hilary bit his lips.
“Mr. Dallison, please—about my hat?”