"We fought like cats," she replied. "Tony Crabtree——"
"You didn't tell me he was of the party," I interrupted. Possibly there was more in my tone than in the words used.
"Why not?" Sonia asked, her big brown eyes filled with simple wonder. "You surely aren't still thinking of that absurd affair in Scotland?"
"What absurd affair?" I asked.
"You know perfectly well what I mean."
"I didn't know it was a matter of public discussion," I said.
"But it was the sort of thing that might have happened to anyone," she protested. "Of course at first ..." Her little white shoulders raised themselves almost imperceptibly. "But we've been meeting on and off all the season; we couldn't stand and glare, and it was much easier to be friends. We soon made it up, and he's been to stay with us in Hampshire. Well, I got Sam to take him up for Commem., and David must needs fight with him about something. I didn't mind, I'm not Tony's keeper, but David was so full of righteous indignation that I found him very dull. There was a sort of 'it-hurts-me-more-than-it-does-you' reproachful look about him, so that in desperation I just asked him if he didn't love me any more."
"You're utterly soulless, Sonia," I observed, by way of gratifying her.
Her eyes shone with mischievous delight.