“His manners. His ideas are all right, I suppose, but I’m getting rather tired of his platform-tricks.”
“His habit of illustration and so on?”
“And his want of tact generally. In fact I’m not sure it isn’t more than that. In a strange house it would have been simply a faux pas, but he knows us well enough, and the arrangement between us. He might at any rate wait till he’s called in.”
Cosimo started on another nail.—“What arrangement?” he said.
Again Amory gave him that look that might have told him that, though he might think that only a lot of money had gone, she knew that something far more vital had gone with it.
“Do you mean that you didn’t hear what he was saying about you and Britomart Belchamber?”
“Yes, I heard that, of course. Of course I heard it.”
“Well?”
“Well!”
And this time their eyes met in a long look....