but you see he died so suddenly . . . that awful Titanic. . . ."
"What sort of a fellow was Freeman?"
"Oh, very nice, and very fond of me. But you don't like foreigners."
"I never said so. And besides, I don't call Americans foreigners."
"He stayed on the ship," Connie went on. "He made me go. It was so brave of him. I wasn't really in love with him. I've never really loved anybody but Petrovitch. But I was sorry."
"Where is Petrovitch now?"
"In America, I think, but I'm not sure. He never writes to me." She sighed.
"How are you getting on with Louise?" Noel asked, thinking it was time to change the subject. "I'd love to see you two together!"
"You never will," Connie said with feeling. "Eric needn't try to bring us together, either. I've seen her, and that's enough. How I hate those thin-lipped, straw-colored women! How Eric could have married her when he might have married any one, I cannot imagine."
"People have these sudden fancies," said Noel.
"What about Gordon? Is it true he's really engaged to Helen Dane? Not that I care much,
