Bewildered, Gordon stared at her, then he saw Diana and understood.
“Don’t let us part this way, Dan. I forgive you everything you’ve done. Good-bye, Dan, old friend.”
She put out her hand timidly. Gordon could have smacked her.
“Good-bye!”
“You brute—take her hand at once!” hissed Diana.
He took it limply.
“All right—good-evening.”
Diana knew that the criminal classes were callous, but she had never realised how brutal they could be.
“Come with me, my dear,” she said. “You need not see him any more.”
“Thank you,” said Gordon; “that’s the first kind thing you’ve said.”