Mr. Warner went down the street slowly, tapping the darkened pavement with his cane.
“I don’t care to discuss it, Fliss. It’s none of our business.”
“I hope not,” said Fliss.
Matthew frowned at her and she laughed at him.
“You should see the frantic interest of people whose business it most certainly is not.”
“That’s easy to imagine,” he answered. “But I don’t care to be in their class.”
She went on, “Cecily, you know, who has been really not of paramount interest to any one lately, is now the real center of thought. Why she did and why he didn’t and what was the matter and how long it has been going on and if Dick’s stenographer is really involved or if it’s Cecily’s iceman——”
“Spare me that stuff, Fliss.”
“I haven’t been spared. I’ve had it all day. But seriously, Matthew, what is the matter with that fool girl? Why doesn’t she appreciate what she’s got?”
“Does he appreciate what he’s got?”