"Yes, he is," replied Martha, defiantly.
"Who is he?"
As she turned away without response, Clayton added: "Martha, who is he?"
"One you yourself introduced to me," she replied shortly.
"I?" He pondered a moment, surprised. "Not Sanford Gordon?" he said finally, and only by an effort suppressing a faint "Damn."
"Yes," declared Martha. "I am going out with him to dinner now."
"Not with my consent," declared Clayton, emphatically.
"And why not, please?"
"For many reasons," he said, sitting beside her. "Frankly, how long has this been going on?"
"About three months, if you must know," replied Martha, bristling a little at his inquisition.