“Let me see it.”
She considered a minute while pretending to feel for it, and made up her mind that it would be best to give it to him, as there was nothing in it which was likely to have any meaning for him. So she handed him the letter carelessly, and affected to be gazing admiringly on the landscape while he read it. But Harry got on to the right track at once.
“This Cooke—is he the Aubrey Cook Lilian talks about?”
“Yes; he was acting at the Piccadilly when I was there.”
“He is a man in the habit of making love to every woman he meets?”
“I don’t know, I am sure. I did not know him well, and you see, as Miss Taylor says, I never liked him.”
There was a pause, but he was not satisfied.
“He must be a low, vicious, unprincipled fellow!” said he suddenly, keeping his eyes fixed steadily on his wife.
Annie winced.
“I suppose it is men like him who get the stage such a bad name?” he went on.