Cicely interrupted.
'Does Willy know?'
'No. You see, I have come to you first.'
'How long have you known?'
'Since my stay with them last autumn. I suspected something then, just as I was leaving; and Miss Daisy confessed—when I was there in May. Since then she seems to have elected me her chief adviser. But, of course, I had no right to tell anybody anything.'
'That is what you like—to advise people?'
Marsworth considered it.
'There was a time'—he said, at last, in a different voice, 'when my advice used to be asked by someone else—and sometimes taken.'
Cicely pretended to light another cigarette, but her slim fingers shook a little.
'And now—you never give it?'