“Bella?”
“Why, my wife.”
“Oh, a thousand pardons. I thought you rather backed Mrs. Witt.”
“My dear fellow, we wanted her to have fair play. I suppose there’s no question of the marriage now?”
“I suppose not.”
“What’s the fair Mrs. Witt going to do?”
Vane wanted to be let alone, and Tommy worried him. He turned on the little gentleman with some ferocity. “My dear Tommy,” he said, “you backed her through thick and thin, and blackguarded George for attacking her.”
“Yes, but——”
“Well, whoever was right, you weren’t, so hadn’t you better say no more about it?” And Mr. Vane rose and walked away.