“It isn’t a question of me. It’s you. I really think you’d better tell me.”
“But what could you do?”
“Leave that to me. If it’s a man who’s been talking——” Cosimo left the sentence significantly unfinished. “Is it a man?”
“I don’t know. Dorothy wouldn’t tell me.”
Cosimo half rose. “Oh, she wouldn’t, wouldn’t she? Perhaps she’ll tell me, though! Will she have left that place of hers if I take a cab?”
Amory put up her hand rather quickly.
“Oh, Cosimo, do treat it with the contempt it deserves! You’d get nothing out of Dorothy. You know how obstinate she can be.”
“Well, tell me what she said; then I’ll consider whether I’ll go or not.”
“No, Cosimo, I’d rather not.”
“But you must!”