“I hate that Fox-Cotton woman,” I said. “Well, I warned him to keep his eyes open,” said Topaz. “And of course, her interest really may be only professional. Though I must say I doubt it.” “Do you mean she might make love to him?” I gasped — and for the first time really knew just why I minded his going. “Well, somebody will, sooner or later. But I’d rather it was some nice girl in the village. It’s no use looking horrified, Cassandra. You mustn’t be a dog in the manger.”
