Ann whispered that Worth had a sore throat. She had a chance to come down in an automobile. She thought she had better. She was sorry she had.
"All right," said Katie. "It's all right. Just go lie down. I'll look after Worth—and you—in a minute."
Ann left the room and Katie turned to the Major. "Well?"
"You're so sensible, Katie," he said hurriedly, "in feeling the thing to do is make no fuss about things. Nothing is to be gained—But for God's sake, Katie, what is she doing here? Where did you know her?"
"Oh you tell first," said Katie, smiling a hard smile. "You tell where you found her, then I'll tell where I found her."
"Really—really," he said stiffly, "I must refuse to discuss such a matter with you. I can only repeat—she has no business here."
"Then pray why have you any business here?"
He flushed angrily. But restrained himself and said persuasively: "Why,
Katie, she's not one of us."
"She's one of me," said Katie. "She's my friend."
"I can only say again," he said shortly, "that she has no business to be."