“And now please burn that letter, Beryl. Throw it into the fire.”
As she spoke she pointed to the fire on the hearth. But Miss Van Tuyn kept the letter in her hand.
“Please wait a minute, Adela!” she said.
And a mutinous look came into her face.
“You don’t quite understand how things are. It’s all very well to think you can make me give up my friend—any friend of mine—at a moment’s notice and at a word from you. But I don’t see things quite in the same light.”
“That—that man isn’t your friend. Don’t say that.”
“But I do say it,” said the girl, with a now intense obstinacy.
“You met him in Mr. Garstin’s studio, didn’t you?”
“Perhaps I did. There is nothing against him in that.”
“I do not say there is. But I do say you know nothing about him.”