“And why are not you discussing the mazurka with Mr. Halsted?” demanded Millicent and I together.
“Because I thought better of it,” was Sybil’s terse explanation, nor could we extract any other from her.
“What were you talking about before you began about Mr. Halsted and me?” she inquired, flashing her lightning glances from one to another.
“We were talking about you and the Great Mogul,” I replied, “and I was considering which of you I should first set about converting.”
“You had better begin with him,” said Sybil. “Have you done for Milly already?”
“Not—quite—” I said.
“I should like to have it out with you once for all, Lilly,” she said, “and just hear from beginning to end what your religious views are, and how far exactly they differ from mine.”
“You have views on religion, then?” I said in a tone of surprise.
“Certainly I have, Lilly Wallace,” retorted Sybil with indignant emphasis, “and I should like very much to compare them with yours.”
“That would be difficult,” I replied, “for I have no views.”