“When did you make this copy?”
“When I sent away the original.”
“To whom?” began George again.
“I won’t have it,” cried Gerald. “You shan’t cross-examine her with your infernal insinuations. Do you mean that she forged this?”
George grew stubborn.
“I should like to see the original,” he said.
“Then you can’t,” retorted Gerald, angrily.
George shrugged his shoulders, turned, and left the room.
And they all comforted and cosseted Neaera, and abused George, and made up their minds to let the world know how badly he was behaving.
“It’s our duty to society,” said Lord Tottlebury.