"Amory—," she said all at once.
Amory had her fists between her knees again.—"What?" she said without looking up.
"You just said something about—going away. I want to ask you something. You haven't ...?"
The meaning was quite plain.
As if she had been galvanized, Amory looked sharply up.—"How dare——", she began.
But it was only a flash in the pan. Dorothy was looking into her eyes.
"You're telling me the truth?" She hated to ask the question.
"Yes," Amory mumbled, dropping her head again.
"Has Cosimo been unkind to you?"
"No."