Cosimo had been standing gaping, with the cup in his hand. This time he did drop the cup. He gasped.
“Do I understand——”
“Answer my question,” Amory commanded. “Do I give people that impression?”
“You——!” was all that Cosimo could say.
“Do I give you that impression?”
“Amory——!”
But she put up her hand peremptorily and continued.
“So that if anybody does think that, you’d say it was just the vileness of their own minds?” (Amory herself could not help noticing that somehow it sounded worse when put in this way than it had when Dorothy had talked about “conclusions.”)
“My dear girl——!”
“Mere unconventionality apart, you wouldn’t say that?”