Sir Fletcher Portwood.
Overhear—certainly, overhear——
Mrs. Cloys.
No, no! [Going to John.] Preposterous! [After a pause.] Mr. Allingham, why should Mrs. Allingham—be there? [John is silent.] What has passed between you and——? Your wife has not been—listening?
John.
[Desperately.] Mrs. Fraser—has said—nothing to me that a—a just woman can bring up against her——
Mrs. Cloys.
Listening!
John.
[Almost inaudibly.] Yes. [Passionately.] But you don’t know——! [Calling in a loud voice.] Olive! Olive——!