“Why should she imitate me?”
“Have you been nice to her?”
“I don’t know. Yes. Nice enough.”
Robin shook his head.
“You think she dislikes me then?”
“Do women want definite reasons for half the things they do? Miss Schley may not say to herself that she dislikes you, any more than you say to yourself that you dislike her. Nevertheless—”
“We should never get on. No.”
“Consider yourselves enemies—for no reasons, or secret woman’s reasons. It’s safer.”
Lady Holme looked down the gallery again. Miss Schley’s fair head was bending forward to some invisible person.
“And the mimicry?” she asked, turning again to Robin.