Mrs. Cloys, pray help me with your advice.
Mrs. Cloys.
[Bridling.] Oh—h—h——!
Fraser.
No, no—about Mr. Allingham. Ha! of course if we were Frenchmen we should fight a duel——
Justina.
Certainly, my dear Alec, and he would kill you.
Fraser.
Perhaps; that doesn’t follow.
Justina.