Mrs.Willoughby's stare changed to a look of thoughtfulness.
'No,' she said, 'I don't think I could.' She moved away.

Mallinson followed her.
'You know something about Drake,' he exclaimed, 'something which would help me.' 'That is hardly generous rivalry,' she replied.
'Does he deserve generosity ?' he asked, with a trace of cunning in his expression which Mrs.Willoughby found distasteful.
'If I can help you,' she answered evasively, 'help you honourably, I will,' and she turned away.

Mallinson put out a hand to stop her.
'I need help,' he whispered.

'There is a conspiracy to praise the man.
You heard Conway at dinner.

It's the same with every one, from Mr.Le Mesurier to Fielding.' 'Oh,' she said, her voice kindling to an expression of interest, 'does Mr.Fielding like him?
He is fastidious too.' She paused for a second in deliberation, her eyes searching the floor.