Even on
this ground, however, he was threatened by Mrs. Alsager, who
contended that it might not be a joking matter to the poor girl. To
this Wayworth, who now professed to hate talking about the passions
he might have inspired, could only reply that he meant it couldn't
make a difference to Mrs. Alsager.
"How in the world do you know what makes a difference to ME?" this
lady asked, with incongruous coldness, with a haughtiness indeed
remarkable in so gentle a spirit.
He saw Violet Grey that night at the theatre, and it was she who
spoke first of her having lately met a friend of his.
"She's in love with you," the actress said, after he had made a show
of ignorance; "doesn't that tell you anything?"
He blushed redder still than Mrs. Alsager had made him blush, but
replied, quickly enough and very adequately, that hundreds of women
were naturally dying for him.
"Oh, I don't care, for you're not in love with HER!" the girl
continued.
"Did she tell you that too?" Wayworth asked; but she had at that
moment to go on.
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