Her only refuge was silence.

She felt the hot tingle of indignation in her cheeks.

But she said nothing.
"Huh!" exclaimed Drummond, walking along beside her, and adding contemptuously, "I don't know the young one, but you know who the other is ?" Constance bit her lip.
"No ?" he queried.

"Then I'll show you." He had taken from his pocket a bunch of oblong cards.

Each bore, she could see from the corner of her eye, a full face and a profile picture of a woman, and on the back of the card was a little writing.
He selected one and handed it to Constance.