"I don't want Jon to suffer. I must see him once more to put an end to it."
"You're going to put an end to it!"
"What else is there to do?"
The girl seemed to June, suddenly, intolerably spiritless.
"I suppose you're right," she muttered. "I know my father thinks so; but—I should never have done it myself. I can't take things lying down."
How poised and watchful that girl looked; how unemotional her voice sounded!
"People WILL assume that I'm in love."
"Well, aren't you?"
Fleur shrugged her shoulders. 'I might have known it,' thought June; 'she's Soames' daughter—fish! And yet—he!'
"Well, what do you want ME to do?" she said with a sort of disgust.