“Who do you mean?” said a suddenly sobered Molly.
“You know quite well who I mean.”
“John Rudd, I suppose. There’s nothing between us—now.”
“John Rudd! John Germain! There’s not only Johns in the world. There’s an Ambrose—you know.”
“Mr. Perivale! Oh, Jinny, that’s ridiculous. Why, he only——”
“I know what he only—as you call it. I don’t mean that at all—or him either. I asked you, Did you see him before you went?” There was no answer for a minute or more—and then a defiant answer.
“No, I didn’t. He’s away—abroad.”
“Ah. Well, you’ll have to, you know. Have you told old—Mr. Germain?”
“No—at least—I was going to. But that was when he—kissed me—and so I couldn’t.”
“That was when he kissed you? Do you mean to tell me——?”