“Where hae ye bin all t’ week?” she inquired. “Are ye always wi’ that Saumarez girl?”
“No.”
“I heerd tell she was at your pleäce all hours. What beautiful frocks she has, but I should be asheämed te show me legs like her.”
“That’s the way she dresses,” said Martin curtly.
“How funny. Is she fond of you?”
“How do I know?” He tried to edge away.
Evelyn tossed her head.
“Oh, I don’t care. Why should I?”
“There’s no reason that I can tell.”
“You soon forget yer friends. On’y last Whit Monday ye bowt me a packet of chocolates.”