"I was not thinking of myself. You were not warned."
"I beg your pardon, I was."
"You knew his wife was alive—and—what she is?"
"Yes."
"I must say I cannot understand it."
"You would not have me kind to a man who, as you say, is frightfully afflicted? It was for that very reason I thought we ought to be kind to him to-night."
"My sense of duty does not lead me quite so far; and I do not wish that Clara's should, either!"
"I am sorry," said Lettice, again.
Then there was silence in the cab; but the undutiful Clara was squeezing her friend's hand in the dark, whilst her lord and master fumed for five minutes in his corner. After that, he pulled the check-string.
"What are you going to do?" said Clara.