"Yes, of course I knew. Of course I did. Do you mean to say you didn't? I made certain you did; I was going to write to you. In about a fortnight, isn't it? I'm--I'm giving them a wedding present; it's--it's that piece of crochet you saw me doing. It isn't much, but these things don't go by value; it's the intention. What are you going to give them?" She almost blushed for the lameness of it. As a matter of fact, she had intended that piece of crochet for the new flat, when she should take it; but to soothe Kitty now was of more importance than crochet for new flats. She watched her covertly, anxiously. "How did you know?" Kitty flashed out, again stopping in her walk. "Sit down, dear; sit on the edge of my bed; I'm sure you're tired. How did I know? Why, I saw Evie herself. I saw her on a bus one day in Tottenham Court Road. It was near the Adam and Eve. And--I say, Kitty"--dropping her voice confidentially, she made an appeal to Kitty's hunger for gossip--anything for a diversion--"I doubt if they'll have too much to live on--it takes a tidy bit to get married on--and I don't suppose she has any shares to sell." But Kitty did not seem to hear. She flashed out again. "Why didn't you tell me?" "My _dear_! I made sure you'd heard it from Miriam Levey. And I wasn't sure where you were; you move about so, you know. I wonder what Miriam will give them! Something far more expensive than mine, I expect. And you ought to give them something too, Kitty. What's done's done, you know, and after all, lots of engagements are----" But once more Kitty flashed out. "Oh, _I_ shall give him a bottle of arnica, or whatever it is, for black eyes!" Louie laughed almost hysterically at the joke. The tension was getting almost too much for her. "Oh, come, he isn't a wife-beater yet!" she protested. "But he will be, that man!" Kitty cried aloud with frightening vehemence. "He'd do anything--anything--much he cares! Did you know I got lost the other night? In Lincolns Inn Fields; policemen coming up to me, if you please, and asking me where I lived! Much he cares! I believe it was her all the time--he never wanted me at all, and as soon as Archie's out of the way he goes and marries her! Miriam Levey herself says she can't help thinking it's funny--and I can't think what _your_ game is either, to be going on as if it wasn't! I'll tell you what _I_ think, if you want to know----" "Hush, hush, hush!" came from Louie. She had her arms about Kitty. "Perhaps you're right, dear; he was cruel to you! And"--she rushed into another extemporisation--"I don't know that I would give him a present, after all. If one can't forgive an injury one can't, and it's no good pretending. He did wrong you, and perhaps he oughtn't to be let off, after all. I won't send him one either."