"No."
"Then I will."
Studying her face, as she read, Hal saw it change from gay to grave, saw her quiver and wince with a swiftly indrawn breath, and straightened his spine to what he knew was coming.
"Oh, it's cruel," she said in a low tone, letting the paper fall on her knee.
"It's true," said Hal.
"Oh, no! Even if it were, it ought not to be published."
"Why?"
"Because—" The girl hesitated.
"Because she's one of us?"
"No. Yes. It has something to do with my feeling, I suppose. Why, you've been a guest at her house."