Chris fidgeted round the room, jingling some loose coins in his pocket.
"I suppose you'd go if Feathers asked you," he said suddenly—so suddenly that the hot color flew to Marie's face.
"I don't know what you mean," she said steadily.
"I mean that from all accounts you were with him every day before I came home."
"Every day! When he was in Scotland with you for a month!"
"You split straws," he answered irritably. "You know quite well what I mean."
"He took me motoring two or three times. I was glad to go; I had not had a very exciting time."
"You could have had friends to stay with you."
"I asked Dorothy Webber, and she refused."