“Did you hear the whole thing?”
“Yes.”
“What, about Marguerite?”
“Yes.”
“Ah!” said Lucian, and whistled a few notes. “Well?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” said Dolly, conscious that his bright inquisitive eyes were studying her face.
“Does it make any difference?”
“No. Yes,” said Dolly. “I am very, very sorry.”
“If I’d thought you’d take it that way,” said Lucian, swinging himself up to a seat on the sill, “I’d have given you the whole history myself, and made it most awfully pathetic. I bet Meryon didn’t pile it on half strong enough.”
“You’re perfectly callous!”