‘Don’t you agree?’
‘Yes,’ said Nora in an odd voice.
Connie observed her. A flickering light began to play in the brown eyes.
‘H’m. Have you been doing some Greek already?—stealing a march on me?’
‘I had a lesson last week.’
‘Had you? The first I’ve heard of it!’ Connie fluttered up and down the room in her white dressing-gown, occasionally breaking into a dance-step, as though to work off a superfluity of spirits.
Finally she stopped in front of Nora, looking her up and down.
‘I dare you to hide anything again from me, Nora!’
Nora sat up.