Fraser.
[Looking at him immovably.] Well?
John.
Well——!
Fraser.
I repeat, I have nothing to say to you, Mr. Allingham.
[After a pause, John retreats from Fraser and sits upon the settee, leaning his head upon his hands and uttering a groan.
John.
Fraser, I promised Mrs. Cloys, out in the garden, just now that I would make an attempt to soften matters between us, and—and—offer you some civility—and so on. I began fairly well—[Fraser bows]—and then the conversation took another line. However—[rising, speaking with an effort, not looking at Fraser]—let me say that my house is quite at Mrs. Fraser’s disposal—[with a gulp]—and at yours, for as long as she honours me—as you both honour me—by remaining here. [Fraser again bows, John glares at him.] As for ourselves, whenever we encounter each other I will be careful to look in an opposite direction. Perhaps you will be good enough to follow the same course.
Fraser.