"Poor soul, I wonder how she is now?"
"Oh, she is not troubled much. Her spirits are as good as usual. She hardly seems to realize the enormity of her offense."
"How do you know?" asked Bawdsey with a stare.
"Because I saw her last night."
"You saw her?"
"I did. After I left you I took the train to Wargrove and had an interview with her."
"You might have told me, Mr. Brendon," said Bawdsey, in a wounded tone.
"Where would have been the use of that? I can manage my own business, I hope."
"Considering how I love her, it is my business also."
George shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you see, Bawdsey, it was your intention to see Lola first. I guessed as much, so I stole a march on you."