So if they really mean to
remarry--"
The girl stared, breathless, astounded, bolt upright in her saddle.
"Oh!" she protested, while the hot blood mantled throat and cheek, "it
is wickedly untrue. How could such a thing be true, Mrs. Fane! It is--is
so senseless--"
"That is what I say," nodded Rosamund; "it's so perfectly senseless that
it's amusing--even if they have become such amazingly good friends
again. _I_ never believed there was anything seriously sentimental in
the situation; and their renewed interest in each other is quite the
most frankly sensible way out of any awkwardness," she added cordially.
Miserably uncomfortable, utterly unable to comprehend, the girl rode on
in silence, her ears ringing with Rosamund's words. And Rosamund, riding
beside her, cool, blond, and cynically amused, continued the theme with
admirable pretence of indifference:
"It's a pity that ill-natured people are for ever discussing them; and
it makes me indignant, because I've always been very fond of Alixe
Ruthven, and I am positive that she does _not_ correspond with Captain
Selwyn.
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