Bella turned indignantly to her husband. "And you call yourself a gentleman!" she cried.
"For heaven's sake remember we are not alone!" whispered Chetwynd in distress, "you have distinguished yourself quite enough."
"I don't care—you have insulted my friends."
"Friends!"
"Yes, and as good as you or I. What did you marry me for if you are ashamed of my connections?"
"I did not marry the whole variety stage."
At this juncture Meynell rose.
"Awfully sorry, but I must be going old chap, promised to look in again at the club." And Chetwynd did not press him to stay. Humiliated to the last degree, he followed him downstairs.
"I have given you a very enjoyable evening, Meynell," he said bitterly.
"My dear fellow, what ought I to say?"