'Who's been drinking whisky?' was Stanway's only reply as he glanced at the table.
'Harry brought the girls home. I dare say he had some. I didn't notice,' she said.
'H'm!' Stanway muttered gloomily, 'he's young enough to start that game.'
'I'll see it isn't offered to him again, if you like,' said Leonora. 'But I want to tell you something, Jack.'
'Well?' He was thoughtlessly cutting a piece of cheese into small squares with the silver butter-knife.
'Only you must promise not to say a word to a soul.'
'I shall promise no such thing,' he said with uncompromising bluntness.
She smiled charmingly upon him. 'Oh yes, Jack, you will, you must.'
He seemed to be taken unawares by her sudden smile. 'Very well,' he said gruffly.
She then told him, in the manner she thought best, of the relations between Ethel and Fred Ryley, and she pointed out to him that, if he had reflected at all upon the relations between Harry Burgess and Millicent, he would not have fallen into the error of connecting Milly, instead of her sister, with Fred.