A long pause.
“What?”
“He told me why he never spoke to strangers.”
“What a slap in the face! You poor”
“Oh, he didn’t say it like that, you silly idiot. And it was quite a good reason.”
“What was it?”
No answer.
“Tell me exactly what he said.”
“He said, ‘I—I—I’ At any rate, I’m satisfied, and I rather wish we hadn’t called him pigs and beasts, and things like that.”
“Well?”
“That’s all.”
“Aren’t you going to tell me the reason? Oh, very well—you leave it to my guessing? Of course it’s quite evident he’s hopelessly in love with you, and never ventured to speak for fear of betraying his passion. But, encouraged by your advances”
“Molly, go on with that arm, and don’t be a vulgar little donkey.”
Molly obeyed. Presently: “Cross-patch,” she said.
“I’m not,” said Nina, “but I want to work, and I like you best when you’re not vulgar.”
“You’re very rude.”
