"That was rash of me. What do you want done? I've heard about you from Iver, you know."
"Oh, the Ivers have nothing to do with this. It's just between Cecily and Mr. Tristram."
"And you and me, apparently."
"What was your idea when you wrote? I made Cecily let me come and see you because it sounded as if you had an idea." If he had no idea, it was clear that contempt awaited him.
"I wanted to be friendly. But as for doing anything—well, that hardly depends on me."
"But things can't go on as they are, you know," she said brusquely.
"Unhappily, as I understand the law——"
"Oh, I understand the law too—and very silly it is. I suppose it can't be changed?"
"Good gracious, my dear Madame Zabriska! Changed!" And on this point too! Nolumus leges Angliæ—— He just stopped himself from the quotation.