"No—yes—I don't know——"
Dorothy's eyes had hardened a little.—"Do you want something—and if you don't—had you to come—to-night?"
Amory spoke quite quickly and eagerly.
"Oh yes—to-night—it had to be to-night—I had to come to-night——"
Dorothy's eyes grew harder still.
"Then I think I know what you mean.... I don't think we'll talk about it. There's really nothing to be said.—So——"
Amory was vaguely puzzled. Of Dorothy's relation to Sir Benjamin she knew nothing. Dorothy appeared to be waiting for her to go. That would mean back to The Witan. But she had come here expressly to avoid going back to The Witan. Again she spoke foolishly.
"Cosimo's coming back," she said.
"My aunt thought he might be," said Dorothy in an even voice.
"And I was going away—but I'm not now——"