"You needn't be afraid."
"I'm not; only--Vi, if you only knew how sorry I am for you."
"I don't want your sorrow."
"Vi, I am afraid that your Sydney Beaton is a bad lot."
"Don't you dare to say it--you!"
"You can't believe that he isn't."
"I can, and I do."
"Was he Jane Simmons's catspaw, or was Jane Simmons his? I presume they were confederates. Only that could explain the little talk you had with her."
The girl clenched her fists; she drew a great breath.
"Margaret, I want to tell you just how it is with me."