. . My dear girl, let's talk of something else."
"No, we will not," said Constantia firmly. "I came to talk about
this, and I will. . . . Of course I know it was wrong of Jack to
pursue Mr. Farrell as he did. You remember my telling you I was
worried, that day we talked about him after my return from the
States? At that time I imagined he was allowing himself for a bribe
to be friends again with this man, and it distressed me; because--
well, women have their code, you know, as well as men, and--and I may
confess to you now that, even at that time, I had begun to take an
interest--"
"I see," said I dully, resting my arm along the chimney-piece and
staring down into the grate, where Jephson had lit a small fire: for
the day, though bright, was chilly.
"You assured me, you remember, that Jack was above any such meanness;
and so far you relieved me, for I saw you were telling the truth.
But," she continued, "I saw also that it wasn't the whole truth: that
you were hiding something. So I went away puzzled. Afterwards, I
got the truth out of Jimmy Collingwood.
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