"Not again, Alixe."
"On your account?"
"On your own. . . . What do I care?"
"I didn't know. They say—"
"What?" he asked sharply.
"A rumour—I heard it—others speak of it—perhaps to be disagreeable to me—"
"What have you heard?"
"That—that you might marry again—"
"Well, you can nail that lie," he said hotly.
"Then it is not true?"