Her face betrayed the complexities of emotions that were in her mind. A quarter of an hour before she would have dismissed from her mind as an absurdity the idea that she was still in love with Larry Hughes. But now her vanity was touched at his airy assumption that she would calmly accept the defection of the man she had once made a conquest. Had she lost all her attraction?

She burst into laughter⁠—ironical bitter laughter. “That grey mouse,” she said. “You want to marry her! It is comic.”

“I wouldn’t have believed it possible,” he said gravely. “I believe you are doing me the honour to be jealous.”

“Of that doll,” she exclaimed. “Me jealous of Penelope Noelson. It struck me as funny, but otherwise it is a matter of complete indifference to me.”