“These gentlemen,” said Mr. Blodwell, “think that the time has come for you to withdraw your allegations or to prove them.”
“You see, George,” said Vane, “it’s not fair to leave Mrs. Witt under this indefinite stigma.”
“Far from it,” said Fitzderham.
George stood with his back against the mantel-piece. “I quite agree,” he said. “Let’s see—to-day’s Saturday. When is the wedding, if there——?”
“Monday week,” said Blodwell, hastily, fearing an explosion from Gerald.
“Very well. On Tuesday——”
“A telegram for you, sir,” said Timms, entering.
“Excuse me,” said George.
He opened and read his telegram. It ran, “Yes—my handwriting. Will return by next post registered—Horne, Bournemouth.”