“Suppose he should come over here and hear about it?”
“He won’t. He’s engaged to an English girl. I’ve just heard.”
“How nice and considerate of him! You know, Gloria, I could almost love that man.”
“Could you? What about the bogus Sir Montrose?” asked the actress significantly.
Darcy flushed faintly. “Well, what about him?” she echoed.
“How much does he know?”
“Not very much. Do you think I ought to tell him?”
“Does the child expect me to manage her conscience as well as her affairs!” cried the actress. “If any one is to tell him, you’re the one.
“I suppose so,” assented Darcy, spiritlessly, and made her farewells in no more cheerful frame of mind than when she had come, albeit one load was off her shoulders.