I——
Mrs. Cloys.
[Firmly.] Excuse me, Fletcher; I believe Mrs. Allingham is looking to me for some further explanation. [Sitting.] Mrs. Allingham, happening to become acquainted to-day, for the first time, with several features of this disagreeable business, I thought—it was a fancy of mine—that I should like to—to meet Mr. Allingham—to talk over—to——
Olive.
[Sitting.] To talk over——?
Sir Fletcher Portwood.
To thresh it all out with John—with Allingham.
Olive.
[Quickly.] It has not been sufficiently threshed out, then, in the Divorce Court?
Mrs. Cloys.