"There is some trouble with the little model."

"This man Hughs has become infatuated with her. He has even said, I believe, that he was coming to see you."

"And what is he going to say about you?"

"I don't know; some vulgar gossip--nothing true."

There was a silence, and in the darkness Hilary moistened his dry lips.

Bianca spoke: "May I ask how you knew of this?"

A curious noise, like a little strangled laugh, fell on Hilary's ears.

"I am very sorry," he muttered.