Will you tell her, please, that I've gone back to Brutton Square ?" "Brutton Square ?" he repeated swiftly.

"Do you live there ?" "Yes.

Have you any objection ?" He disregarded her mocking query and continued:-- "A Miss Lermontof lives there.

Is she, by any chance, a friend of yours ?" There seemed a hint of disapproval in his voice, and Diana countered, with another question.
"Why?
Do you think I ought not to be friends with her ?" "I?
Oh, I don't think about it at all"-- with a little half-foreign shrug of his shoulders.

"Miss Quentin's choice of friends is no concern of mine." Unbidden, tears leaped into Diana's eyes at the cold satirical tones.
Surely, surely he had hurt her enough, for one day! Without a word she turned and made her way blindly out of the room and down the stairs.
In the hall she almost ran into Jerry's arms.
"Oh, are you going ?" he asked, in tones of disappointment.
"Yea, I'm afraid I mustn't wait any longer for Adrienne.