"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.