"By meeting that woman to-night."
Carson started. "What woman?" he asked irritably.
"I do not know," retorted Olive, with some heat. "I did not see her face, nor would I have recognized her if I had. Your associates are not mine."
"Still, I do not understand," said Angus composedly, but seemingly relieved.
"There are none so blind as those who won't see. I was taking a walk just now, and I saw you speaking to a woman under the gas-lamp opposite this hotel. Dare you deny it?"
"I don't deny it. Why should I?"
"Angus, how can you be so shameless? I saw--I saw--that--well, that you were more than friendly with her."
"You seem to have seen a great deal," sneered Carson, coolly. "May I ask what right you have to spy upon my actions?"
"What right? The right of your wife."
"Pardon me, you are not my wife," he returned ironically. "You are my partner in a business transaction. I thought we were agreed on that point once and for all."