"Mr. Desboro."
"Really!" she said, colouring.
Cynthia frowned at her: "Don't become sentimental over that young man!"
"No, of course not."
"Because I don't think he's very much good."
"He is—but I won't," explained Jacqueline laughing. "I know quite well how to take care of myself."
"Do you?"
"Yes; don't you?"
"I—don't—know."