"Savile, you know that if Chetwode likes her, she's not only pretty, but very charming. In fact, I'm certain Blanche is perfectly delightful! Pretending to oneself that one's rival is hideous and vulgar is a bit too cheap. It doesn't console me."
"You're worse than an ordinary woman, Felicity," said Savile, with a laugh. "What do you propose to do? Go and consult George Lewis?"
"You're worse than an ordinary boy. I'm consulting you."
"No, you're not. You're asking my opinion. Chetwode is very——" He paused. "I've never seen him look at any other woman."
"Let's face facts, dear," said Felicity. "It's not what we've seen, of course."
"What have you decided to do?" said Savile. "To write and tell him you've found the photograph?"
"Yes."
"I thought you wanted him to come home."
"Don't you?"