“I wonder, whether in a year’s time,” he remarked reflectively, “when you are offered something that you wish to have, you will be thinking of yourself or of those importunates who hang around the necks of all of us like millstones?”
“I would hope, whether there is one or twenty, that I shall have a sense of responsibility,” Idona said quickly.
Then, as she saw the amused glint in the Marquis’s eyes, she knew that he had been deliberately baiting her and was waiting for her reaction.
It was a relief therefore when Clarice piped up,
“Here, I’m sick of all this talk of pictures I haven’t got and houses I don’t want. Let’s talk about me! Are you going to back my next play? I’m counting on you.”
“Shall I say I will consider it,” the Marquis replied, “but, of course, I would like to read i
