"I thought you were in love with Strelsa," she said bluntly.
"If I were, do you imagine I'd discuss it with you?"
"I'll tell you what!" she shouted, purple with rage, "you might do a damn sight worse! I'd—I'd rather see her your wife than his!—and God knows what he wants of her at that—as Mary Ledwith has first call or the world will turn Langly out of doors!"
Quarren, slightly paler, looked at her in silence.
"I tell you the world will spit in his face," she said between her teeth, "if he doesn't make good with Mary Ledwith after what he's done to her and her husband."
"He has too much money," said Quarren. "Besides there's an ordinance against it."
"You watch and see! Some things are too rotten to be endured——"
"What? I haven't noticed any either abroad or here. Anyway it doesn't concern me."
"Don't you care for that girl?"
"We are friends."