Bridget was silent. She stood absolutely motionless. Her face was like a mask.
“Then, if it is not an impertinent question to put to one’s wife, I gather that you and Carey were great friends?—and the rest possibly?”
Bridget broke into a short, scornful laugh.
“Since you ask me, I think the question is a little impertinent!” she said, lightly.
The man’s face darkened. “Why?” he asked.
“Well! I have long since ceased to inquire what is the relationship between you and your many friends.”
“You recognize no difference in our relative positions, then?”
“Not the slightest. Why should I?” she returned, calmly.
“Then you refuse to answer my question?”
“Absolutely.”