‘Were you really, Martin?’
‘Yes, and what’s more I thought he was bound to fall in love with you. God, I was jealous!’
‘Jealous of Roddy? Were you? How ridiculous!’
‘Not really ridiculous. Roddy’s so terribly nice and attractive, it seemed only natural you should prefer him to a dull chap like me.’
‘He didn’t ever say anything, did he, Martin?’
‘Not he. Roddy’s the darkest horse I know.’
‘Yes, he is, isn’t he?’ She laughed. ‘I suppose heaps of people fall in love with him?’
‘Yes,’ he said gravely. ‘He’s run after all right.’
‘Does he—do you suppose he—falls in love himself, much?’
‘Oh, more or less, I suppose.’