“Oh, Robert,” she said suddenly, “it wasn’t about me you quarrelled? Don’t you understand she’s here in the house now? That was Sir William Wells who just left.”
“She hasn’t been attacking you?” Grimshaw persisted.
“Oh, she wouldn’t, you know,” Pauline answered. “She isn’t that sort. It’s you she would attack if she attacked anybody.”
“Oh, well, yes,” Robert Grimshaw answered. “It was about you we quarrelled—about you and Dudley, about the household: it occupies too much of my attention. She wants me altogether.”
“Then what’s she here for?” Pauline said.
“I don’t know,” Grimshaw said. “Perhaps because she’s sorry for you.”
“Sorry for me!” Pauline said, “because I care.... But then she ... Oh, where do we stand?”
“What has she done?” Robert Grimshaw said. “What does she say?”
“About you?” Pauline said.
“No, no—about the case?”