Ferris laughed. "He insisted on laying me fifty sovereigns to one that she never went back to Gaunt. I told him he didn't know O.G. as well as I do."
"Pooh! He didn't know Virgie, much more likely. She's still water, is that little lady."
"Huh? You don't mean she's not straight?"
"Not much. She's the straightest goer I ever came across. But she doesn't wear her heart on her sleeve."
"I don't know where she keeps it then," said Percy, with a grin. "You don't suppose old Gaunt's got it, do you?"
"Couldn't tell you that, but one thing I can say for certain. It doesn't belong to young Rosenberg."
"Are you sure, Joey?"
"Yes," said she simply.
"I can go pretty near the truth of it, I expect," she added presently. "Rosenberg tried to make mischief, and it hasn't come off."
"He told me Gaunt was cruel to her—actually tortured her," said Percy, in a lowered voice. "Said she let it out in her delirium."