“Do you deny it?”
“Deny it! I might as well deny—but of course I deny it. It’s madness.”
“Then I must lay what I know before my uncle and Gerald, and leave them to act as they think best.”
Neaera took a step forward as George rose from his seat. “Do you mean to repeat this atrocious—this insane scandal?”
“I think I must. I should be glad to think I had any alternative.”
Neaera raised one white hand above her head, and brought it down through the air with a passionate gesture.
“I warn you not!” she cried; “I warn you not!”
George bowed.
“It is a lie, and—and if it were true, you could not prove it.”