“Did he say anything about making peace?” asked Claire.
“No. That was all mine. I had to do something quickly. You know that.”
“But what did he say about me?” growled Huntington, who was far from satisfied, and still suspicious.
“Not much. Oh, yes!” she added impulsively. “He said you and he could probably come to an understanding quickly enough if––”
She paused, embarrassed.
“If what?” demanded Huntington.
“That was only because he dislikes women, I think. He said––if Claire––Mrs. Huntington, he said,––would let you alone.”
“I?” cried Claire. It was almost a scream of astonishment and indignation.
“I’ll show him!” shouted Huntington. “He’d better keep her name out of it, or I’ll––”