“Wait! Who have you heard saying it?”
“Oh, never mind! Helen—”
“But I do mind. Who have you heard saying this 'lot of things' about me?”
“Nobody, I tell you. . . . Oh, well, if you must know, Issy Price said—well, he said you and this Raymond fellow were what he called 'keeping company' and—and that the whole town was talking about it.”
She slowly shook her head.
“Issy Price!” she repeated. “And you listened to what Issy Price said. Issy Price, of all people!”
“Well—well, he said everyone else said the same thing.”
“Did he say more than that?”
“No, but that was enough, wasn't it. Besides, the rest was plain. I could see it myself. He is calling here about every night in the week, and—and being around everywhere with you and—and—Oh, anyone can see!”
Helen's usually placid temper was beginning to ruffle.