“Yes.”
“You would serve me as you served his real mother more than twenty years ago?”
“The cases are not parallel,” said he, wincing.
“You drove her out of your house, James.”
“I have said that we cannot discuss———”
“But I choose to discuss it,” she said firmly. “The truth, please. You drove her out?”
“She made her bed, Yvonne,” said he huskily.
“Did you warn her beforehand?”
“It—it wasn't necessary.”
“What was her crime?”