Before I had finished my story Louie interrupted me with the first of a little series of detached remarks.
"One moment," she said. "When do you start—this Consolidation, I mean?"
"In a few weeks. We shall send some of the men on in advance in about a fortnight. Why?"
"You don't intend to take Miriam Levey over with you?"
"I do not."
"You don't suppose she doesn't know that?"
"Well?"
"Well—but go on." She made a little gesture. "I interrupted you."
I went on.
"Half-a-minute," she came in again presently. "All this was quite—— I mean, there was no quarrel?"