I shouldn't have minded his not recognizing us, for, as you say, I don't believe he saw us; but if he could go back to such a girl as that, and flirt with her, after Miss Triscoe, that's all I wish to know of him.

Don't you try to look him up, Basil! I'm glad-yes, I'm glad he doesn't know how Stoller has come to feel about him; he deserves to suffer, and I hope he'll keep on suffering: You were quite right, my dear--and it shows how true your instinct is in such things (I don't call it more than instinct)--not to tell him what Stoller said, and I don't want you ever should." She had risen in her excitement, and was making off in such haste that she would hardly give him time to pay for their tea, as she pulled him impatiently to their carriage.
At last he got a chance to say, "I don't think I can quite promise that; my mind's been veering round in the other direction.

I think I shall tell him." "What! After you've seen him flirting with that girl?
Very well, then, you won't, my dear; that's all! He's behaving very basely to Agatha." "What's his flirtation with all the girls in the universe to do with my duty to him?
He has a right to know what Stoller thinks.

And as to his behaving badly toward Miss Triscoe, how has he done it?
So far as you know, there is nothing whatever between them.

She either refused him outright, that last night in Carlsbad, or else she made impossible conditions with him.