“What are they saying?”
“That’s he’s not very judicious in one way.”
A footman poured champagne into her glass. Robin Pierce touched the glass.
“That way?”
“Yes. It would be too sad.”
“Let us hope it isn’t true, then.”
“You know him well. Is it true?”
“Would you care if it was?”
He looked at her earnestly.
“Yes. I like Mr. Carey.”