But here Cosimo found his tongue. “Amory,” he gasped, “do you mean that they’ve been talking about—you and me?”
Amory laughed. “Why, you stupid old Cosimo, who else?”
“Do you mean—you and me?”
At that Amory’s laugh ceased. She stared. “You?... Cosimo, did you—tell me—did you think I had a scandalous relation with anybody else?”
“No—no, no—but——”
“Then who did you suppose they’d been talking about?” she asked, staring.
“I—I—I didn’t know——”
“Do you mind?” This was said slowly, as if Amory struggled with a new idea.
“No—of course not—I mean, I think you’re magnificent—but it—it didn’t occur to me—just at first——”