"Good Lord! Who else?" he demanded.
"Carlotta!"
"The devil she did!" Alan's eyes were vindictive. Then he laughed. "Commend me to a girl's imagination! This Dick chap seems to be head over heels in love with you," he added.
"What nonsense!" denied Tony crisply, fashioning a miniature sand mountain as she spoke.
"No nonsense at all, my dear. Perfectly obvious fact. Don't you suppose I know how a man looks when he is in love? I ought to. I've been in love often enough."
Tony demolished her mountain with a wrathful sweep of her hand.
"And registered all the appropriate emotions before the mirror, I suppose. You make me sick, Alan. You are all pose. I don't believe there is a single sincere thing about you."
"Oh, yes, there is—are—two."
"What are they?"
"One is my sincere devotion to yourself, my beautiful. The other—an equally sincere devotion to—myself."