The luncheon went off gaily enough, then Gray was again banished with instructions to return at closing time.
"You took a mean, a malicious advantage of an offer intended only to spare your feelings. And you haven't any," he told Miss Good when they had a chance for a word alone.
"I have no feelings?"
"None. Or you'd see that I'm perishing of curiosity."
She shook her head, and her blue eyes laughed at him provokingly.
"Curiosity is fatal only to cats. It is good for people."
"I shall find out all about you."
"How?"
"By cross-examining the Briskows, perhaps."
"But they're waiting to have you tell them what you know. I've seen to that."
"If they ask any questions, I'll invent a story. I'll act confused, self-conscious. I'll make them think you are a much dearer friend than I have pretended, so far; dearer, even, than I can hope you ever will be."