"On Monday I was at the opera. In the stalls was a woman that stared at me——"
"Many another I am sure did that."
"And the next afternoon I saw him with her. He sent me a note saying he was detained on business. When he returned he made some lame excuse, which I, poor fool, believed. Previously I had intercepted a letter——"
"A letter?"
"Yes, a letter such as those women write. He pretended it was not for him, and for the moment I believed that too. Oh, I have been credulous enough."
"Eden, you must let it pass."
"Not I."
"Ah, but Eden, you must; you must let it pass. I will speak to Usselex."
"That you may, of course; but as for me, I never will."
"My child, you are so wrong. What can I say to you? Eden—"