“Oh dear! I must go.”
“Why? Your scene is a long way ahead.”
“I know, but here’s K. G. If I stayed he might think I wanted to talk to him—and I don’t.”
Eve understood the feeling very well. Those whose future is all to make are wary and resentful of patronage, and often needlessly shun the society of others more successful than themselves. None is more jealous of his pride than the climber.
She allowed Wynne to depart unhindered, and presently the eminent K. G. came near enough to condescend a “Good morning.”
“Been talking to young Rendall?” he queried.
She nodded.
“A queer boy—quite a clever actor—quite! A good sense of character!”
“Very.”
“Know him well?”