Jimmy caught her hand and covered it with kisses.
"Darling!"
She moved restlessly.
"Jimmy, you're such a boy." There was a hint of impatience now in her voice. "Aren't you ever going to grow up?"
He rose to his feet and moved away from her, The momentary flash of happiness had fallen from him; he felt very old and miserable as he stood leaning his elbow on the mantelshelf staring down at the fire. She no longer cared for him; something in her voice told him that as no actual words would have done. She had not wanted him to come here to-day. Even now she wished that he would go away and leave her. He suddenly remembered what Sangster had said last night. He turned abruptly, looking down at Cynthia.
She was sitting up now, looking before her with puckered brows. One small foot tapped the floor impatiently.
Jimmy moved nearer to her.
"Do you know what they are saying in the clubs?" he demanded.
She raised her eyes, she shrugged her slim shoulders.
"They are always saying something! What is it now?"