He had never seen her in this mood before, and it rather bored him.
"I went out as soon as I was married," she went on, taking it for granted that he was interested. "I was—oh, so young—younger than Mrs. Lawless, I should think!" She laughed rather bitterly. "I thought I was going to be 'happy ever after,' as the story books have it, when I got married." She shrugged her shoulders. "That's what comes of marrying for money."
"You are very candid," Chris said amusedly.
"I am; I think it always pays, don't you?"
He shrugged his shoulders.
"I haven't thought about it."
"I have! And I know that people don't like me because I always say what I think."
"Don't they!" He drew in the sculls a little and, resting on them, fumbled for his cigarette case.
There was a little smile on his face. Mrs. Heriot was amusing him now, though unconsciously.
She stretched out a white hand. "Give me a cigarette." Chris handed her his case, but she waved it away. "Don't be so ungallant! Light it for me."