"I? Oh, I don't think about it at all"—with a little half-foreign shrug of his shoulders. "Miss Quentin's choice of friends is no concern of mine."
Unbidden, tears leaped into Diana's eyes at the cold satirical tones.
Surely, surely he had hurt her enough, for one day! Without a word she
turned and made her way blindly out of the room and down the stairs.
In the hall she almost ran into Jerry's arms.
"Oh, are you going?" he asked, in tones of disappointment.
"Yea, I'm afraid I mustn't wait any longer for Adrienne. I have some work to do when I get back."
Her voice shook a little, and Jerry, giving her a swift glance, could see that her lashes were wet and her eyes misty with tears.
"The brute!" he ejaculated mentally. "What's he done to her?"
Aloud he merely said:—
"Will you have a taxi?"
She nodded, and hailing one that chanced to be passing, he put her carefully into it.
"And—and I say," he said anxiously. "You didn't mind my talking to you this afternoon, did you, Miss Quentin? I made 'rather free,' as the servants say."