"Who plays bridge?"
"Mr. Hawtrey, or Mr. Thurston, or young Hawtrey, and Toby, and Major
Markham and me."
"Always Major Markham?"
"Well, he comes a good deal. He likes coming."
"Does he?"
"Do you mind?"
"I should mind very much if I thought it would make any difference."
"Any difference?" She frowned and blinked, as though she were trying hard to see what he meant, what he possibly could mean by that. "Difference?" she said. "To what?"
"To you and me."
"Of course it doesn't. Not a scrap. How could it?"