She was communicative with the volubility of an aggrieved woman, and more than one passer-by on the platform looked curiously at her flushed face and indignant brown eyes.
"No, I decline to be mixed up in the quarrel," I told her, when she invited my opinion of O'Rane.
"Then you agree with him?"
"I have no views, Sonia," I said.
"That's nonsense!" she exclaimed. "I've told you what he said, and it's either true or not true." Her voice suddenly softened and became pleading. "George, I'm—I'm not like that."
"I will not discuss you with yourself," I said. "Generally speaking, I don't understand the modern Society girl——"
"And you hate her!" Sonia put in.
I said nothing.
"Why?" she pursued.