"Then for goodness sake get away from him when you can. One afternoon here can't matter to him."
Gwenda said nothing, neither did she look at her. But she answered her in her heart. "It matters to me. It matters to me. How stupid you are if you don't see how it matters. Yet I'd die rather than you should see."
Mary went on, exasperated by her sister's silence.
"We may as well have it out while we're about it. Why can't you look me straight in the face and say plump out what I've done?"
"You've done nothing."
"Well, is it Steven, then? Has he done anything?"
"Of course he hasn't. What could he do?"
"Poor Steven, goodness knows! I'm sure I don't. No more does he.
Unless——"
She stopped. Her sister was looking her straight in the face now.
"Unless what?"