No. There was not a trace of embarrassment about her, such embarrassment as she would have been bound to feel if Violet had been right. She had spoken in measured tones, as if from some very serious, secret, and sincere conviction.
She went on. "You see, Maudie won't want me any more. They're going to be married when Fred gets his holiday."
"Yes. But it isn't such a good thing for you, is it?"
Her deed thus exposed, presented to her in all the high folly of it, she seemed to flinch as if she herself were struck with the frightful indiscretion of her descent from Starker's.
"It's quieter. That's more what I want."
He smiled. Pressed home, she was evasive as she had ever been.
"Look here," he said, as if he were changing the subject. "You've been found out."
"Found out, Ranny?"
"Yes. What have you been about this last week? I can't have you going and doing Vi's work for her, you know."
"Oh that! That was nothing. I just put things straight a bit, and now she's got to keep them straight."