Her wide, glistening eyes, panting bosom, and resolutely subdued manner, checked his oaths at this interruption. He followed her into the hall.
“George and Colonel Richardson are in the garden, in the copse at the bottom, quarreling over your wife. I am sorry if I have startled you; but I thought you had better know.”
“She is the blight of my life,” hissed out Harry, with a bitter imprecation, trying to steady himself.
“Hadn’t you better do something more than stand here and abuse her?” asked Lilian, dryly.
She turned in disgust from the infuriated lad, and went into the drawing-room. He was on the point of following her, when Annie came into the hall from the garden by another door. There was not a trace of color in her face; she crept slowly, and it seemed to her drunken husband guiltily, toward the staircase.
“Stop!” growled Harry. “You have something to say to me now. Where have you been?”
“In the garden.”
“Whom were you with?”
“With George.”
“And Colonel Richardson?”