"Generally. I think most men would. They're seldom backward to think it, you know."
"Then," she said steadily, "you must think, and he must think, what you like. I can't help it. I want you to wire and ask a man to come and stay with you."
He turned to her in surprise.
"Tom Loring," she said, and the moment the name left her lips Semingham hastily turned his glance away.
"Awkward—with the other fellow here," he ventured to suggest.
"Mr. Ruston doesn't choose your guests."
"But Mrs.——"
"Oh, fancy talking of awkwardness now! He used to influence her once, you know. Perhaps he might still. Do let us try," and her voice trembled in earnestness.
"We'll try. Will he come? He's very angry with her."
And Adela answered, still looking straight in front of her,