“Spying on my actions?”
“Acquainted with them.”
“I’ll have no interference, sir. If you know me, you will kindly be silent, and leave me to myself.”
Time was passing.
“You are going to Paris with this lady,” said I.
“You’re insolent, sir—you and your——”
“Don’t say what you’ll regret. She’s your wife.”
Well, of course he was very much in the wrong, and looked uncommonly ridiculous to boot. Still, the way he collapsed was rather craven. I withdrew for five minutes. Then I returned, and held out the ticket again. He took it.
“If you will leave us for five minutes, Lady Daynesborough?”
She went into the next box. Then I said: