“Pringle, I told you—” Adelaide began, but her husband cut her short.
“He has an appointment with me, Adelaide.”
“You don’t understand, Vin. You mustn’t see him.”
Wayne was by this time in the room.
“But I wish to see him, my dear Adelaide, and,” Farron added, “I wish to see him alone.”
“No,” she answered, with a good deal of excitement; “that you cannot. This is my affair, Vincent—the affair of my child.”
He looked at her for a second, and then opening the door into his bedroom, he said to Wayne:
“Will you come in here?” The door was closed behind the two men.
Wayne was not a coward, although he had dreaded his interview with Adelaide; it was his very respect for Farron that kept him from feeling even nervous.
“Perhaps I ought not to have asked you to see me,” he began.