talked.
“The Baileys don't intend to let this drop,” I said. “They mean that every one in London is to know about it.”
“I know.”
“Well!” I said.
“Dear heart,” said Isabel, facing it, “it's no good waiting for things to overtake us; we're at the parting of the ways.”
“What are we to do?”
“They won't let us go on.”
“Damn them!”
“They are ORGANISING scandal.”
“It's no good waiting for things to overtake us,” I echoed; “they have overtaken us.” I turned on her. “What do you want to do?”
“Everything,” she said. “Keep you and have our work. Aren't we Mates?”
“We can't.”
“And we can't!”
“I've got to tell Margaret,” I said.
“Margaret!”
“I can't bear the idea of any one else getting in front with it. I've been wincing about Margaret