"That means the title's in the family."
"Exactly."
"Is she a nice girl? You know her—you said so."
"Oh yes, she's quite nice. Nothing very particular, nothing very wonderful."
She looked full to his eyes, her own starved for knowledge.
"You're not telling me the truth," she exclaimed suddenly. "You're telling me all lies. You're trying to save Jack. You know you've said too much in telling me that he was going with her to-night, now you're trying to smooth it over."
"My dear Miss Bishop—" He smiled amiably at her distress of mind—"Surely Jack can go with his sister and some other lady to a theatre without your being so unreasonably put out about it. You can't wish to tie him down."
"I don't wish to tie him down. That's the last thing I should dream of doing. But you know as well as I do that he hates that set in society, would never have gone near the house in Sloane Street if it had not been for his sister's unhappiness about her husband!"
Devenish looked up at her quickly with a swift change of expression.
"What unhappiness?" he asked.