“What more can I do?” she asked. “Your people didn’t know me. I have produced a letter showing I was somewhere else.”
“Excuse me——”
“Well, well, then, a copy of a letter.”
“What purports to be a copy.”
“How glad I am I’m not a lawyer! It seems to make people so suspicious.”
“It’s a great pity you didn’t keep the original.”
Neaera said nothing. Perhaps she did not agree.
“But I suppose you didn’t send for me to argue about the matter?”
“No. I sent for you to propose peace. Mr. Neston, I am so weary of fighting. Why will you make me fight?”