“Yes. Go away! I’m busy.”
“But——”
“Go away, I tell you!”
Then she jerked a scornful hand toward the door. “Six months later I was married—men who are missed among the Afridis don’t come back,” she said.
“I’m more sorry than I can put into words!” murmured Helen.
“For goodness’ sake don’t let us grow sentimental. Shall we return to our sheep? Don’t be afraid that I shall pasture the goats in the hall on your confidences. Hasn’t Bower asked you?”
“No.”
“Then his action was all the more generous. He meant to squelch that friend of yours—is she your friend?”
“She used to be,” said Helen sadly.
“And what do you mean to do about it? You will marry Bower, of course?”