Walter looked at her uneasily. He knew well enough that everyone didn’t. He said stiffly: “I don’t like the idea of your being under obligations to a man like Hemming.”
She looked at him with a quick flush. It might have been anger or pleasure. But then her lashes lowered over her eyes to cover the secret.
“You don’t!” she said. “And how do you suppose Hemming likes my being under obligations to you?”
He was aghast. “What has he got to say about it?”
“What have you?” She let it fall gently.
“Good heavens!” he burst out. “Do you lump us? I thought that you and I were—were——”
“Friends?” she filled in without a quaver. “We were. But you’ve changed, Wallie.”
“Since——”
“Your sister came.”