"But Gail didn't know anything! Gail never will know anything.
Nobody ever will but you and I and Phyllis Harrington, who is much
safer than a church. But it did take a certain amount of diplomacy
to extract from Gail exactly what she said to you that frightened
you into another state--or rather what she meant by it."
He was smiling now. Could it possibly be----
"I went to Gail as soon as Phyllis had called me up and had had it
out with me--which, I may add, she did rather severely," he went on
calmly, though he still held one hand as if he was afraid Joy would
vanish again. "And Gail said----"
He stopped provokingly, and Joy held her breath.
"Well, I won't torment you, though I am inclined to think you
deserve it. It appears that Gail had learned from that friend of
hers, Laura Ward, to whom she had spoken of you and your people,
that you posed as a model for a couple of artists, just before you
left this city, in order to earn money for gowns. The girl lived in
the same studio building with them ... their name was Morrow, I
think. She was under the impression that you were a professional
model till the Morrows explained, and you had struck her as such a
very good type that she remembered you and the whole episode. Gail
was teasing you about it, as she teases every one. She has a
provocative, half-mocking manner that she lets go too far sometimes.
I'm not inclined to forgive her for tormenting my little girl.
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