"Of course!"
She turned the note over, twisted it in her fingers.
"How I hate him!" she said. "I can't help it. His insult to you and—"
"Don't let us go into all that again. It is so long ago."
"This letter brings it all back."
She made a grimace of disgust.
"Why should you see him?" said Claude. "Let me see him alone. You can easily have an engagement. You are going to those theatricals at the Hotel Continental on Friday. Let me have him here then."
"Shall I?" She glanced at Claude. "No, I'd better be here too."
"Why?"
"Oh, I don't know—but I'd better! Tell him to come on Thursday."