"Well, I suppose I wouldn't have been going to Harte's Folly again in any case." "Why not?" he asked absently. "Was the play not to your liking?" "We didn't get that far." She sighed. "Penelope had rather a fit when we first arrived and caused a scene. I'm surprised no one told you." He turned slowly. "What?" She looked at him. "She called me a whore." "Damn it." He scowled at his hands."