"
"Exactly."
"Is she a nice girl? You know her--you said so."
"Oh yes, she's quite nice. Nothing very particular, nothing very
wonderful."
She looked full to his eyes, her own starved for knowledge.
"You're not telling me the truth," she exclaimed suddenly. "You're
telling me all lies. You're trying to save Jack. You know you've said
too much in telling me that he was going with her to-night, now you're
trying to smooth it over."
"My dear Miss Bishop--" He smiled amiably at her distress of
mind--"Surely Jack can go with his sister and some other lady to a
theatre without your being so unreasonably put out about it. You
can't wish to tie him down."
"I don't wish to tie him down. That's the last thing I should dream
of doing. But you know as well as I do that he hates that set in society,
would never have gone near the house in Sloane Street if it had not
been for his sister's unhappiness about her husband!"
Devenish looked up at her quickly with a swift change of expression.
"What unhappiness?" he asked.
"Why, that they're not getting on together."
The moment she had said it, a rush of fear that she had betrayed
Traill's confidence, overwhelmed her with a sense of nausea.
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