“No,” she said, “there is no hope, Rupert.”
“There is someone else,” he said, savagely.
“Yes,” she said, happily, “I think so.”
“Someone,” continued Rupert, his voice trembling with rage, “someone who distributes his affections.”
“No,” she said, a happy smile in her eyes, “I think not.”
“You love him?” he asked.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, with a little catch in her breath, “I love him.”
At the door on their return Jack met them. A shadow fell upon his face, but with a quick resolve, he shouted a loud welcome to them.
“Hello, Adrien,” he cried, as she came running up the steps. “You apparently have had a lovely drive.”
“Oh, wonderful, Jack. A wonderful drive,” she replied.