There was an underlying meaning in his voice. Jimmy swung round
savagely.

"What are you trying to get at?" he asked. "If you know anything, tell
me and have done with it."

"I don't know anything; I am only repeating what I have heard."

"A pack of gossiping old women"--savagely.

They walked a few steps silently.

"Why not forget her, Jimmy?" said Sangster presently. "She isn't the
only woman in the world. Put her out of your life once and for all."

"It's all very fine for you to talk . . . things are not forgotten so
quickly. She's done with me--I told you so--and . . . oh, why the
devil can't you mind your own business?"




CHAPTER VII

LOVE AND POVERTY

But in spite of his fine sounding words, Jimmy had not done with her,
and the next afternoon--having shaken off Sangster, who looked in to
suggest a stroll--he went round to Cynthia Farrow's flat.