He turned on his heel. A row was impossible. It occurred to him that a man of the world would face such a position calmly.
“Very good,” he said, “we will leave it at that.”
He paused to light a cigarette, and strolled back down the street towards the restaurant which they had just left. Letty was crying now in good earnest. The two young men looked at one another in something like dismay. Then Holderness began to laugh quietly.
“You’re a nice sort of Don Quixote to spend an evening with,” he remarked softly.
CHAPTER XVII
THE VICTIMS OF SOCIETY
The girl was still crying, softly but persistently. She caught hold of Macheson’s arm.
“If you please, I think I had better go back to Stephen,” she said. “Do you think I could find him?”