He forced a laugh: "Great actresses are expected to forget things. Besides, there isn't anything to remember—except that—we were friends."
"Real friends. I know it now. Because the world is full of the other kind. But a real friend does not—destroy. Good-bye."
"Shall I see you again?" he asked, troubled.
"If you wish. I gave you my address yesterday."
"Will you really be at home to me, Cynthia?"
"Try," she said, unsmiling.
She went to the landing with him.
"Will you see that Mr. Desboro comes here as soon as he is—fit?"
"Yes."
"Very well. I'll tell Jacqueline he was not feeling well and fell asleep at the club. It's one of those lies that may be forgiven—" she shrugged "—but anyway I'll risk it."